Bad Puppet, Sir

Bad Puppet, Sir

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I looked into his eyes staring at me silently . There was hatred. Hate ? Revenge of the host ? it blackened eyes ? What the hell was this ? Perhaps against my standing tall , powerfully built , dark-haired , white-skinned and pretty handsome man should ask . But this is not a wise idea . Do not do this? Be careful. On white T -shirts that had black jeans trousers . And he wore it pretty . I have to lie. I turned my head and my body . A short dress in turquoise , yellow hair my curls were falling in front of me . I turned my head back to face staring at me in disgust . I looked more carefully this time . I take this face ... It's like the place, but not now. I'm thinking I took a deep breath poured out of my mouth at once. "What do you want from me , sir?
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There was something about him. Or maybe there was something about me. I didn't want him in my life but he ran into it; literally. He liked to hide in trees, irritate me, and read books; despite the fact that it went against his image. He was more than meets the eye. Although at first I didn't want to know more. He lured me in like an unsuspecting moth to an open flame. Knowing the dangers I went in, wanting to know more. It could hurt me but it was too irresistible and I was drawn in. This isn't how the bad boy made me bad or about how I made him good. This is about how we changed each other lives. In good and bad ways. Whatever that means. "I don't bite.... hard." He smirked at me, winking one of his bright hazel eyes at me. It only made me more frustrated. "Yeah but Hunter, if you did you'd probably give me rabies." I rolled my eyes looking back at the book in my hand.

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