Don't Let Go

Don't Let Go

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Votes 12
Parts 8

Complete Thu, May 5, 201625m

boy chicklit death frendship girl

❝I know the day I met Cole by heart like how I know how to breathe. Our first encounter is engrained in my brain, every detail meant to stay for eternity, as if our meeting each other was written in the stars, destined to happen.❝ ✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕✕ [f u l l s u m m a r y i n s i d e ] [c o p y r i g h t © 2016 buythestars-] [a l l r i g h t s r e s e r v e d]

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