I strolled down the sidewalks of Southern California slowly; my eyes focused on the dragging lace of my battered black converse high tops. Of course I wasn't looking where I was going making me bump into someone. Anastasia, this is why you can't leave the house. "I-I'm sorry," I whispered not daring to look up. "It's cool," the semi-deep voice said chuckling at the end. I flinched waiting for the hit, looking up confused when it didn't come. "Holy shit! She's hot!" The person behind him yelled in disbelief.All Rights Reserved
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