
𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 "Me attracted to you? I knew you had a few screws loose, but this is insane." I r, trying to cover up the fact that I'm indeed a pathological liar. Call me Pinocchio, because he's very attractive, too attractive if you ask me. If he wasn't, girls wouldn't offer to sell their organs if it meant they'll get a night with him. Apparently I'm not a good liar. He raises one eyebrow as his grin widens, showing his annoyingly perfect teeth. He pisses me off. I fucking hate him. ⍟⍟⍟ SYNOPSIS COMING SOONAll Rights Reserved
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