Not Her Neighbor
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Última atualização sex, ago 26, 2016
"If Rose name by any other name were just as sweet, well then ill be damned."
He was not her neighbor, no not by a long shot but every time she came around he couldn't help but look out the window and admire her.
A little young girl, no a young woman who happened to capture his eyes. Not many know this but age was but a number to him so for those who said he was to old for her he would prove wrong.
For the time he spent away from her he will make up for it. But most of all for the single kiss they shared well, let just say there would be plenty more where that came from.
When the time was right he would indeed make his presents known.
Once that happens nothing would stop him from getting his Rose
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If No One Else
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You're Still The One *slowly editing* (Completed)
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Indecorous
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