Love To Hate You
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Last published Mon, May 6, 2019
"I hate you." My lips curled up in a little smile, as his eyes lit up at the familiar words.
"'I hate you' can be ours 'always'," The words left his mouth so easily, I couldn't help but laugh and smack his arm. Stupid boy.
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Olivia hates Alecsander. Alecsander hates Olivia. That's when the cliché jumps in - do they really hate each other? Only one way to find out.
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