Whitlee Wayland

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“Go in, show off that big brain of yours, and be yourself. There’s no way they’re not going to love you the way that I l—” He stops himself.  My eyes go wide and his mirror them. “Llllive, laugh, love you,” he finishes. “The way I live, laugh, love you.”  He says it so confidently the second time, but it still makes no fucking sense. Regardless, I can’t help but burst a laugh. “You live, laugh, love me?” “God, so fucking much.” 
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