The Friend
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Last published Sat, Oct 12, 2019
He was a new face around my boring town. I've never seen anyone like him, he had this vintage look as if he wasn't even in the right time frame. Everything about him drew me in, as if he was the devil himself. I wish I would've found out what he actually was sooner, but it's too late.
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You didn't mean to fall for him. He was supposed to be a monster. He didn't mean to fall for you. You wear supposed to be another weak and silly human. But strange things happen. And maybe it won't be so bad?
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