Oublié.

Oublié.

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Romance
Vieille voiture dégageant une odeur de cigarette qui flotte dans l'habitacle. Elle se réveille, groggy. Se rendant compte qu'elle est dans un endroit inconnu, elle jette des coups d'œil sur le conducteur.
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"If you really think I'm revolting or a complete asshole, then why don't you quit? Huh? C'mon tell me, Princess," Calum questioned, towering over me with a smirk that was constantly toying at his lips. I knew I would regret my answer later. But in that moment, with Calum's specific scent of mint and an undertone of cigarettes filling my nose, I spoke whatever I wanted. Maybe it was the smell that clouded my thoughts and keeping me from using a filter with my thoughts. "I can't quit because you make me feel some sort of way. I don't know what this stupid feeling is. All I know for certain is that I'm not going anywhere until I figure out what the hell this emotion is."

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