My Only
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""Get down" I say sternly, my voice still shaking. It's getting cold and I feel tears burning in my throat.
"Do you care about me?" he asks calmly again.
"For fucks sake Harry! Fine! I do care about you! Get down now you idiot!" I yell at him. He then smirks and jumps down. He stands in front of me. I look up at him and he down at me.
"I knew you did" he says. "I knew all the time" he pats my head and walks past me. I sigh. I don't care about him."
Helloooo, this is the first 'real' book that I ever wrote. Just publishing it for fun. I hope you like it.
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