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- Parts 3
- Time 6m
Ongoing, First published Nov 22, 2015
"Aye, cupacke!" Hit. "Hey, I'm talking to you" Hit. "I'm going to touch you now, so don't hit me, John Cena" I hate when he calls me that. Hit. He touches me. I turn. "What?", I ask. "I'm leaving", he says. "Then go. As far as you can", I replay. "I love you. Always has, always will", his last words were. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ For seventeen year-old Andrea, love is the most important thing. For twenty-four year-old Andrea, love is the most disgusting thing. In 2008, all she could think about was love, unicorns, dressing-up and guys. In 2015, all she can think about is boxing, her friends, her dog and finishing college. In 2008, she fell in love. In 2010, she un-fell. Or so she thought. //So heeeeeeeeey, this is my very first work. I just wrote this half hour ago. I'm not. I repeat, I AM NOT like other trying authors that gets mad for haters or corrections. I do believe that's what makes us better, you know? Learning from mistakes. So, bear with me:) Thank you so much for reading this piece of garbage, love youuuu// #JustWriteIt #SuperCharged #BecauseICan #YupAll Rights Reserved
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