The Visitor (Payte Parker)

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"He visited me everyday. He didn't know me but he did it anyways. He thought I wasn't aware. That I couldn't see what was happening. But I could tell he was falling in love with me. Why? I do not know, but I think I might be too."All Rights Reserved

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