Flowers four My valentine

Flowers four My valentine

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Today is Valentine's day and Jack was going to confess his love four mark. Jack was very nerves about what he would say, if he would rejece or excepted his love. Jack hoped in the car with a dozen roses. He drove to Mark's house and sat back in his seat. He grabbed the flowers and hold them close to his chest and thought to himself , "there's no turning back now". So he hoped out of the car, and when he looked at the house he seen the curtains draw back and mark in the window. He went up to the boor and before he could knock mark pulled him in. "Jack, what are you doing hear, are you going to spend Valentine's day with cry". Mark noticed the flowers and pointed at them. "Are those four cry, there buttiful ,he'll love them". "Oh um, he stuterd ,theses are four you". Mark opened his mouth to say something but quickly shut it. "I wonted to tell you that I really licked you".
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"Fuck off!" I yell, storming away. The nerve of that guy. It was a one night stand, I didn't marry him! I grumble as I plop into my car. Why was he being so weird now? Especially after he left like he did... I bite my lip and lean back in my seat, sighing and closing my eyes. And all that blood... He just... Licked it. And he actually... Grunted. Like he liked it. And now the weirdo won't leave me alone... I pull out my cell and see a text message from him. Dammit! Why did I give him my number!? 'You can't hide from me.' It reads. 'Go away you fucking stalker!' I message back. 'But I love you...' I sigh and throw my phone in the back seat. I have to get out of here.

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