Shayla Haughton

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She tilted her head to the side thoughtfully like she was coming up with more things, totally oblivious to the way she’d just put me under her spell. There was something happening to me. There was an unfamiliar, fluttery feeling in my stomach, while at the same time my chest tightened and my brain turned to mush. It was bizarre and addictive at the same time. She was just so…kind. And entirely unaware of how sweet she was. I mean, the peanut butter thing wasn’t ideal, but no one was perfect.
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