
"Entering my PIN on the ATM. I wonder how many times I've come to this ATM on the weekends? If it could remember, I wonder if it would think I am now family to it? I hit enter, and the screen goes blank for a moment. I see myself in the reflection, and in that moment I, like many strangers I pass on the street, judge what is looking back at me. "Why?" is all I say under my breath. The screen loads." -This is what I would consider a romance story, but told from the prospective of the Man. I wanted to be different with this romance, and took the risk. Chapter one is set up more of a prologue, and will increase in quality soon. The story will take you to places in morality that you never thought you would visit, and make you question just how much good influence there really is.-Todos los derechos reservados
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