Why Can't I Be Yours?
With this, I knew that he loved it and with a slight nod of his head, I knew I was free to leave.
I rushed out of the kitchen and as I hurried toward the storage room, my phone beeped. Pausing, I picked it up but before I could punch the green button, the call was aborted by the impatient caller who happens to be my best friend, Mandy. And as my eyes tangled on the screen, I sighed. I really wish I could speak with her, like… right now cuz her words are really soothing; and such is the perfect medicine I need to start my day and prepare adequately for the maddening horror that comes with Mondays in the Jackson mansion—home with the mixture of chaos!
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