Long Way Home
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Última publicación mié, feb 28, 2018
"Do you wanna go home?" He asked me, eyes staring right into my brown ones. His face was serious like he wanted to take me, but was I sure or not? That was the question invading in my mind, haunting me.
"No," I said, he smirked and nodded his head. "I just wanna take long way home,"
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