"You can't even see the damn stars! There's no backroads to drive, just fucking city lights and buildings everywhere! You promised me a fresh start mom! What the hell is this supposed to be!?" I scream through the phone into the voicemail. Ever since my mom went MIA after sending me to Portland, my patience with her has pushed its limits. Sweet fuck, if only she could have responded before I met the boy with dark chocolate eyes and sandy brown hair...All Rights Reserved
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