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Crystal Eyes || m.h [COMPLETED]
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Last published Sat, Mar 4, 2017
"Now I know where you found it."
"I'm not a thief."
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Sarilynn Jone, the kind of name that's right out of a story book.
At least that's what Sarilynn hoped her life would be like when she was younger. Now, Sari just hopes to get close to her childhood ideals.
When Sarilynn runs into Matty Healy, she begins to realize how unrealistic she was being before; Matty starts to realize how lost he was.
With the two of them trying to help each other regrets and laughter will happen... Will it all be too blissful for Sarilynn?
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I DO NOT IN ANY WAY OWN THE 1975 OR THEIR WORK. GIVE THEM CREDIT FOR THE LONG HOURS AND LOVELY LYRICS THEY HAVE CREATED.
& some things are not in chronological order to the band's actual history. i do realize this, and apologize if it annoys you, but I believe it makes the storyline better(:
&i am american, therefore i do not know some of the english lingo. sorry if my writing sounds stupid
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