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My eyes lock on the bruises covering her neck, and I vow to cut off each of the fucker’s fingers.
“What dreams do you have?” She snuggles against my chest again, and I can hear the smile in her voice as she answers, “I have three dreams. I’ve always wanted a home I can call my own, a husband I can love, and children I can give the world to.” My arms tighten around her. “You’re missing something.” “What?” “A husband who loves you.”
“Your reputation precedes you.
no thoughts, taylor swift
