Driving Me Crazy
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Last published Sun, May 8, 2016
Hey guys! Before you begin to think this story is one of your average romantic stories, it's not! Well, I mean it depends on what you think average is XD.
"You drive me crazy."
That's what he always says. That's what I always say. We never say "I love you". It just sounds so fake. We drive each other crazy, so that's what we say to each other. It makes everything feel so real. You know?
"You drive me crazy too honey. Goodnight."
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