Fixer Upper // m.g.c. au
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"Isn't she a fine fixer upper?" the lady said to him, smiling in admiration of the girl's work.
"Yeah. Ray's great with cars. That's probably her best," he smiled, too.
"Oh no, dearie. That's not her best work."
"What?"
"Well, she fixed you, didn't she?"
•~•~•~•
When Michael's sent to a family friend's ranch house in America, he's not very happy. He wasn't happy before either. He wasn't extremely depressed, he was just not what he used to be before the incident. He used to be so bubbly and chatty, but now he was dull and quiet. He's broken, and that's how everyone sees it. But will one country girl be able to mend his shattered soul?
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