Our T-Shirts

Our T-Shirts

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#2 Our T-Shirts A (twisted) love story. In the form of notes , text messages, dialogues etc.. I opened the note, it read... 'I like the over-sized t-shirts you wear. where do you buy them? -J' I closed it with a smile on my face Cover by @gnarly- #26 in Short Story 07/06/16 Copyright © 2015 by Greywritinghood All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. For permission requests, write to Greywritinghood.
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"Oh Logan," the girl moaned. Logan looked up smiling at the girl, but then he caught sight of me. His smile disappeared. His mouth opened to call my name, but I slammed the door shut and ran back to Drew and Luke. We were almost out the house when someone grabbed my wrist. I turned around and saw Logan. "Let me explain Dani." "You don't need to . We're through," I spat and punched him as hard as I could. I struck him in the nose. I was satisfied that it was enough to break it. Drew and Luke helped me into the car. "Let me see your knuckles," Luke asked reaching out. I winced as he lightly touched the area around my knuckles where the skin had split. His ice cold hands helped the throbbing.

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