Don't Let Go
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There he is. My ex, Jake. What's he even doing in Kansas?!? I keep my head down so he won't see me in the mall food court three tables away from him. I was in the midst of planning an escape to the bathroom when a guy with brown hair and a large smile sits down across from me and just holds my hand. Rather than questioning the stranger, I immediately blurt out, "Don't let go." And that's how this whole thing started.
*Sorry, I suck at summaries, but I promise the actual story will be better! Copyrighted © December 17th, 2015. STEAL MY STORY AND I WILL FIND YOU. I do not own any video, song, or picture used in this story unless stated otherwise.*
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