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He Calls Me Cake

He Calls Me Cake

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WpMetadataNoticeLaatst gepubliceerd zat, jun. 6, 2015
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Romantiek
Romance novels are hard when you're a loner. Well, I'm going to try. ☆Welcome to He Calls Me Cake☆ ● Prologue ● Hi, I'm Delilah, and this is the story of my best friend Cameron and I... It all started out on that one cold day of September 12th... little 6 year old me skipped into first grade and sat down at a table, coloring. "Hi. I'm Cameron." I heard someone say. I turned to see a little blond little boy with gray eyes staring at me. "I like your pigtails." he smiled a wide, toothy grin. Little me twirled my brown pigtails and smiled at him. "Do you want to color?" I asked him. He smiled and jumped into the seat, taking a piece of paper from the stack and started with a red crayon. After that day we were inseparable.
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Growing up in a large, middle-class (if not lower) family had its challenges. More than I can account for actually. I had five older sisters and two older brothers. Throw me into the mix and that's a grand total of eight children living under one roof. If my mom hadn't stopped with yours truly, we would have definitely been able to form an entire soccer team with just our family alone. I can't recall much of my childhood and exactly how I interacted with each and every one of my siblings, but I can assure you that it was nowhere near a nice walk through the park. Even until this very day, I still stand by my statement. This is a story about a broken girl who fools the world with one simple action which requires less than ten muscles. Then along comes a boy who knows very well what really lies behind that smile. thank you soooo much to dirtypalette for the beautiful cover <3

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