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My dearest Primrose

Leituras 132
Votos 8
Capítulos 5
Tempo 21m

Leituras 132
Votos 8
Capítulos 5
Tempo 21m

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My dearest primrose you seem to make days brighter and more simple. Your smile is one of the key factors it seems to shine brightly especially when you laugh. You give people kindness even if they've wronged you which has never made sense to me. To me, your beauty is not just one part of you it is many different parts I only pray you weren't moving away. Curse this world for trying t take you from the place you love the most. It still hurts for me to see you go and I can't stand you looking upset and I can tell you wish not to leave.

Signed yours forever - Carter A. SimonsTodos os Direitos Reservados

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