Long Way Home
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"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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