Begging you to Stay
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Última publicación lun, nov 30, 2020
"What's your name?"
"Jolene"
"Like the country song?" A soft smile spread on my face.
"My friends call me Jo" I said looking up at him.
"Well okay Jo"
"I said my friends" I said as a smirk rested on my face and he smiled before my phone rang interrupted us. "I gotta get that" he nodded.
"It was nice talking to you Miss Jolene" I rolled my eyes smiling before grabbing my purse leaving the bar.
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