A Swan's Love
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She was your regular city girl, and he was the litter most kicked. They came from worlds that should have never collided, but isn't that how the best stories start? A Swan never leaves their first love, so why should he?
Galatians 3:28
I like to put bible verses in my stories as a reminder that we are loved.
This story is a work of fiction, and nothing in it is based in real events. Remember to take breaks, and remember to stop when you need too!
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