How Not To
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"Elle... baby, stop. Please, just hear me out one last time" He spoke, his voice nearly cracking as he said each word. Once the first tear broke free, I knew in my heart that we could never go back from here. "Baby girl, I was so wrong for thinking that you were something I could ever live without. I thought everything I wanted was back in that town, but it's hard to live with only half of my heart. It took me long enough but I finally woke up. It's you, Elle... it's always been you. It doesn't matter how hard I try, I don't know how not to think about you" WARNING: This story contains mature themes and strong language. Intended for mature audiences only.
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