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Life is an Art [On Hiatus]
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He cupped my chin with one hand bringing my face closer to his, "Sorry to break it to you my Mona Lisa-" so serious yet playful, "but I always get what I want." he said in a low husky voice with a smirk plastered on his face.
'I'm doomed' I thought as colours seem to have left my skin complexion.
Start: 05/04/19
Published: 05/13/19
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