Anything lost can be found

Anything lost can be found

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It all started off like this, flashback i was 4 years old when i meet her she was the new girl, she walked in the class room and she had a pink backpack on and hair that went down her back it was so pretty it went down her back and it was wavey. It was just like mines i just know she was going to be my new best friend. So it's time to go play and i didn't have anyone to play with so i walked over to her and asked her did she want to play she said no shyly but i know what would get her so before i walked away i said i guess i have no body to share me honey bun then i turned around and she as smiling that's when i know i had her. She started staying over my house i started staying over hers then one day after my 11th birthday party ,she told me "i will always be your best friend know matter what". After that i never seen my best friend again.
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Arsenio Draven and Ezlyn Laurel. Inseparable. That's what were we, right from the moment she was born and being five years my younger didn't change the fact that she was my best friend through thick and thin. It was fate, our destiny to be best friends for we even shared the same birthdays. But one night of drunken passion changed everything and not wanting to acknowledge what happened between us, I let her disappear. When she stumbled on my doorstep nine months later, the timings were a little odd but the baby she handed to me, wasn't. It was mine as she claimed and ran away once again leaving me to raise the child on my own. And in that moment, for the first time in my life, I hated my best friend. Or were we even best friends anymore? Being a single parent was a fucking huge task and I was definitely not made for it, so a month later when I realised that, I did what I think was right. I dragged her back and forced her to marry me, bounding her to me. Forever.

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