Not So Over You (A BajanCanadian x Reader)
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Mitch's Point of View
Have you ever had to kill someone you love? No? Well, me either. But I'm pretty sure you've gotten so attached to someone and then they are just gone. Not there anymore? That hasn't happened to me either....at least until I met "her".
Your Point Of View
He told me he loved me and I thought he would never forget me. But remember one thing, don't let those brown eyes fool you. Unless they're Mitch's.....I mean...I don't know anymore.
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