A Sour Patch Kind of Love
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Last published Mon, Oct 12, 2015
“Why are you still talking to me? I'm no good for you. You're too pure.”
I looked into his eyes which have seen things that no one our age should have to experience. “Because you're like a sour patch kid. Sour on the outside, sweet on the inside.”
“Well guess what? I fucking hate sour patch kids.”
In which an over enthusiastic girl who has an unhealthy obsession with sour patch kids meets an easy to anger bad boy with a scowl on his face 24/7, who isolates himself, gets into a million fights, and has an ego the size of Texas. With everyone telling her that he's too dangerous to be around, she believes that he's merely a sour patch kid- sour on the outside, sweet on the inside.
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