Hold Me One More Time
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"Like the nights before that I was thinking about you how I just could hold you one more time."
She put the guitar on her lap and looked at me. "So what you think?" I smiled, "it was beautiful."
She smiled back at me. I stood up and walks torwards her. "But I want to sing it with you tonight."
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Like the so many love stories is this one a little different. There is no guy with the great abs and the girl who was the one for every guy.
This story was about two girls.
Two girls who fall in love.
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Ashley Blossom was one of these girls.
She lived in a small appartment in Crescent Beach with her dad.
They can barely pay the bill or even to buy food. But it isn't really that bad anymore when
Ashley got a job in a internet café.
Ashley is a lovely girl but she doesn't show much of her personality only to her few friends: Seth, Andrew and Nick. She sing for them with her guitar her mother gave when she was six and ride with them on their motercycles.
But then in every other love story she met a person who she falls in love with, but the only difference was that the person isn't a guy... but a girl.
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