Date: 2009-02-11 04:24 am (UTC)
Nothing was right. This wasn't supposed to be something that a woman cried over, it was supposed to be something big and bright and happy. And yet it truly felt like the world was ending. "I don't see how when we don't even have ourselves figured out," she pointed out, wincing and pulling away from him because it seemed like she could still smell that nauseating aftershave.
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Baileigh Solis

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