Trinity was an ordinary teenage girl. She wasn't one of the popular girls, but wasn't looked down on, either. She was just sort of there. Boys had never really shown any interest in her, skipping over her like she was just another brick in the wall. But when Trinity starts sending letters to an imaginary 'Mr.Perfect'...
❝Why won't you tell me your name?❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.
❝I'm so smooth that when people talk to me they slip and fall.❞ ❝I must be one of your victims, for i sure have fallen for you.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.
❝He's thirty-six, Adeline. Not sixteen.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.
❝Hi! I love your books.❞ ❝Hi! I love you.❞ © CynicalCaroline 2014 All Rights Reserved.
Motel 6- where you may find cockroaches in the showers, questionable food in the vending machine, and maybe, possibly, some love along the way. © Copyright 2017. All rights reserved. This material may not be reproduced, displayed, modified or distributed without the express prior written...
❝There's only a thin line between love and hate, and sometimes it feels like we're dancing on that line.❞ *Discontinued
