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xxLuckyCharmedxx
Complete, First published Jul 02, 2015
Mature
dramafictionloveromanceurban
"Did you really just say that to me?" I questioned. She nodded hesitantly "Why?"

"Because, that's just how I feel, Jahmiah!" She yelled, sounding annoyed 

"Why are you-"

"Just leave me alone" She snarled, pushing me away from her. I gripped her wrist slightly

"Nyzra, you mean so fuckin' much to me- I'm infatuated with you. I would do anything for you- I love, want, and need you. Can't you see that?!" I shouted 

"You don't mean it-"

"Oh, but I do mean it" I walked up to her a little bit more, kissing her lips sweetly

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