I'm Friends with a Beggar

I'm Friends with a Beggar

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Note to self : Never befriend a beggar. He'll break into your house, eat your food, take over your bed, own your TV, raid your closet, use your toothbrush, drown your phone, prank your friends, creep you out, and steal your heart. I swear never to befriend a beggar again. Because it's not hard to fall in love with one. ••• Meet Elizabeth Isabela Frances, a.k.a Ellie. A not so typical girl with a not so typical family and friends. She herself has a fetish desire for rain, her father is somehow related to Cleopatra, her mother is obsessed with yoga, and her twin best friends are troublemakers. Not only that, but she's also friends with a boy named Goldilocks. Yes, Goldilocks. He has blonde, curly hair, electrifying blue eyes, a perfect jawline, and a cute dimple on one side of his cheek. He's an ungrateful, calm, cheap jerk who orders her around as if he's the boss of her. Oh, and just so you know, he's also a beggar. And that explains the smell.
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