Love is a Game

Love is a Game

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Love is something that people take for granted. They throw it around like as if it was Candy or money. They don't understand the true meaning because they have never experienced it. Everyone has their own definition, like the one in the dictionary; Love-an intense feeling of deep affection. But that is just one meaning out of many others that we really think we know what love is. Guys take advantage of it, while girls yearn to find it. But there is always one person who thinks of it differently. They think of it as a game. Let's just say that we have two best friends, Arabella and Benjamin have been friends for as long as they can remember. They find the game let's see how it goes in the name of love and the love law if there are any. Let's just say that they play a game. Maybe a game that could change their relationship for the better or the worst. Read To Find out and see!
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A voice asked. "You'll catch a cold, why didn't you take your jacket?" I spun around, and my eyes locked with Marcus's eyes. "Hey," I said, my voice a little trembling from the cold, and I wrapped my arms across my chest, my shoulders stiffening. I had not expected that it would be so cold. My fingers dug into my sleeves, and I shifted my weight from one foot to the other, trying not to shiver too obviously. Marcus didn't answer right away. He just looked at me for a second, then stepped forward. Silently, he slid off his jacket and placed it over my shoulders, and I ensnared it tighter around me immediately. It was still warm from his body. The inside smelled... citrusy?

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