This is bxb novel, so if you don't like this shit, don't fucking read it.
It was a late night and I was supposed to be a home, but I wasn't the type to follow rules. It was a lot of work. To be honest, I never had. They simply pissed me off and made me want to break them and every rule that sounds remotely similar. My sister and brothers got on me about it constantly, but I was ignoring them just as constantly.
It was actually a good thing that I was out where I wasn't supposed to be. If not, I wouldn't have found him. I never would have fallen in love. Sappy, I know. Yet, so true. I hate sounding cliché, but this is true enough to make me sound like I like fairy tales. Blech.
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