kaz ruby 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅

12%
Flag icon
“You don’t like New York?” I shake my head. “It doesn’t like me.” “Why are you in the city, then?” he asks as he notices me picking at the wood. “My dead ex-boyfriend.”
kaz ruby 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅
Oh fuck :(((
Passion Project
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview