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"You know those super cliche' stories where there's that bad boy who meets the good girl?" I nodded and you went on. "Well, I'm kind of like the bad boy- just dialed down by about forty percent."
"Well, you don't seem so bad to me," I replied.
Somehow, the smile you were wearing seemed to grow more. "That's because this is your first day. Just wait."
A girl and a boy.
Different memories from her point of view, written in a journal. Her journal.
She's been through a lot, and he's the boy she never thought she would find.
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