Typical

Typical

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Hi, my name is Brooke I'm 16 And I guess you could say I'm just your typical teenage girl, I live in Reno, Nevada I have a boyfriend And millions of friends But only 3 true friends Karson, Spencer, and Remy We've been best friends for ages and if you see us coming, well, you're either in for a whole lot of trouble or else the time of your life. We do whatever we want because our parents aren't around. Sounds fun huh? Well, to tell you the truth it just fucking sucks. This is getting kind of long now so I guess I'll start the story...
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"Damn it, Mason, you can't fix me. I'm not some used car that needs an oil change." I'm standing at the edge of my driveway. If I take one step towards that house, then I go back to my life. The life I've had since Mason left. Since he abandoned me. If I turn around. If I take one second to look into his eyes. I don't think I'll be able to resist throwing myself in his arms. "I'm shattered, Mason. Like a dusty vase that's been ignored for too long." "You know the best thing about broken vases, Mel? You just need three things to make them whole." I decide to go along with his speech. "Faith, trust, and pixie dust?" I muse. "Tape, glue, and someone willing to fix it. And I'm right here, Mel."

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