Love Me Again
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  • Reads 76
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  • Parts 11
  • Time 1h 4m
Complete, First published Jan 13, 2017
"Love me again" 
The words you uttered when I was about to leave.
I didn't look back, didn't even notice your tears.
I just walked away.

Brenda is a make up artist for one of the top Modeling Company.
She met Mackie a model at the same firm, it was a wonderful fairy tale until a disaster came.

Can the heart still remember what the mind forgets?
Can the heart make the mind remember?
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"Could it be possible for the heart to remember what the mind have forgotten?" ~*~ This is a sequel to 'Hired As Your Girlfriend'. ------------------ STATUS: EDITING