Your Mess is Mine

Your Mess is Mine

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Ongoing8m

Last published Thu, Jan 7, 2016

fiction highschool love saving teen

"I'm scared," he mumbles through my damp hair. "We all are." I whisper, placing my head below his chin and on his chest.

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