Good? Great.

My mom tells me to never think about it but how can I not when it's right there infront of me. My dad tells me to forget about it but how can I when it's a part of me. My brother calls it cool and my sister says let it be. They only start understanding though is when their chosen husbands for me...never reply back.

Until a quirky, clumsy and not to mention handsome Asher comes along....but in the end we all know, no man wants a woman with a left foot missing....

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