Drowning...
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Last published Sun, Mar 19, 2017
This story is about a them named Avia Grace Smith. (But everyone calls them AJ) They are indifferent, but not because of the reasons you would think. First of all, they are pansexual and genderfluid which makes them different from everyone else all on its own. Secondly, they are emo. Their pixie cut, emo banged, black hair (with white strands, of course) stands out among the crowd of regular blonde, brown, red, and black haired girls and guys. They are 18 years old and they have an amazing girlfriend by the name of Adeleah Rachelle Bennett. (But everyone calls her Leah) They think about her flowing blonde hair every second of the day and every time their lips touch, it's like sparks are mystically flying everywhere. Everything seems like its good right now, but this story will take a jurassic turn when Avia takes her last breath and then realizes...
she's not gone...
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