Barefoot
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  • Parts 20
  • Time 1h 2m
Complete, First published Dec 16, 2016
~*~ COMPLETE ~*~

"Let's go barefoot," she says, smiling.

"Through the forest?" He asks, confused.

Her bright smile dazes him and she nods. "Of course, silly. Where else would we go?"

~*~

Highest Ranking: 
#6 in The Shine Awards
#12 in The Shine Awards
#171 in River


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