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Chapter ten
I'm flowing
I'm floatingI'm lovingI'm going" Hey, I have a class in one hour time," I shake Steve and he groans loudly caressing me with his honest eyes, blue like tropic skies.
Maybe it is just me, but eye movements mess me up.
" That's alot of time," he replies with a deep, raspy morning voice.
" No, get up, you have that class with me, " I plead and he pulls me towards him before flipping our positions with me beneath him, thanks to his robustness and athleticism.
Staying the other night wasn't a bad decision after all. At least there was someone who could help to save me from myself. Listening to the sad beats of my heart alone was boring.
But perhaps I didn't need saving. When so much hate and evil has been projected towards a person, they become that. Li
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