That Old Dirt Road.

That Old Dirt Road.

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"Why don't you show me what you're made of little girl?" The words left his lips with a smirk. He was testing me, no doubt. I knew he never would believe this part of me.. I wanted to shy away from him. But it was different. The pit of fear left my stomach, I had to do it. "Pull on over then." His smirk turned into a full out ear-to-ear grin. Once we switched seats, I knew all hell was about to break loose.
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The story begins with sadness but hope, as the two characters meet far from their worlds and gradually discover how similar they are. The mafia is a problem that tries to reverse their paths. Will they handle the weight of the mafia world or will they fall apart? Love story full of pretending, nicknames, twists and passion. No names, no secrets, no lies, no feelings, right? ╰☆╮ He raises an eyebrow at my demand, but decides to humor me. He leans against his motorcycle, crossing his arms across his chest. "Alright, what do you have in mind?" "What about getting to know each other without names?" "Damn, I missed my chance to ask. Now we will be both unnamed." He let out a little laugh. Which is nice so I do the same thing. "We don't need to be unnamed, just not our real names or last names. So what's your FAKE name?" I did put emphasis on the word fake and started smiling, and so did he.

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