When You Love.(#1 How To Series.......)
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"Im sure she's not that beautiful and your probably saying she's hot cause either half naked." As soon as i said those words Dakota threw his phone at me and hit my forehead.
I'm not surprised. He keeps doing this.
"Argh! You fool. Why did you-"
"Shut your trap and look at the phone." he said eating his smelly Onion chips.
Argh.
I argued no farther and looked at the screen. I was expecting either a half naked girl or a full naked girl but my assumptions were cut short when i saw her. There she was a girl in a white dress skin glowing like no other.
Gorgeous. Magnificent.
She wasn't beautiful she was a beauty.
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