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An Irish Accent
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    Tempo 1h 51m
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    Tempo 1h 51m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em fev 13, 2013
"Are you lying?" He asked pulling me a little closer making my heartbeat just a little faster.   "Noooo." I dragged out the 'o' again.   "Okay, wait what's that?" He asked pointing out in the waves."  "What?"  "Is that a fin?" He kinda yelled, but laughed.   "Stop!!" I yell whined and glared at him as he kept laughing.   "I had to." He smiled innocently.   I put my hands on his shoulders and pushed him under the water.   "Wow." He said when I let him back up.  "I had to." I said returning his innocent smile.
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It Doesn't Matter, You Still Left

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I looked down at my stomach. A small bump was beginning to form, only if he knew. "Please don't go." I pleaded "I've wanted to do this forever, don't you want me to be happy?" He said grabbing his packed bag I sat on the bed we share in my apartment. Well the bed we did share, until he left. "Please, Niall. I love you." I begged "I love you too, but we're still so young and I know I'll make it far." I shook my head wishing I could wake up and see that this was all a dream, a nightmare at that "Niall I..." I trailed off, I was proud of Niall, I supported this, I supported it until I found out I was carrying our kid. 16 and pregnant, he'd leave me anyways, what would be the point in telling him? "Have some faith in me." He dropped his bag by the bedroom door and walked over to me, giving me the slightest bit of hope, he grabbed my face and kissed me "Bye, I hope I'll see you again." and he returned to his bag...leaving me.