Hot Chocolate (George Shelley)
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He smiled, his eyes sparkling. Those eyes, I always found them so hypnotising. They were the exact same colour as my hot chocolate. Hmm...hot chocolate eyes. His eyes swirled and just like the milky-chocolate mixture inside the cup. His eyes were perfect, just like the cup of heaven I grasped into tightly in my hands. ------ When Sandy moved to Bristol because of her fathers new job. She leaves behind everything she had and knew. But what happens when she meets George? Will they get through all the challenges ahead, or will the love they share not be enough to pull through the ominous dark cloud that looms so closely overhead?
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