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The thought he made me believe in love is crazy. I fell for a psycho— a beautiful psycho. His emerald blue eyes, and fluffy brunette hair. The way he talked, the way he could put a smile on my face. But eventually reality hit—Hayes isn't who I thought he was. He had the world in his hands. He could easily dispose of it. He could kill with one word. I had moved from California to Texas hoping to escape hell; not find another one.
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