Haley Turner

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These past four days have been hell. Calling, emailing, texting constantly. Waiting outside our home like a fucking peeping Tom, desperate for a glimpse. Being ignored by her is enough to drive anyone to extremes. I even played our song through her Bluetooth speaker a few times. She threw it out the front door where it still resides busted in the gravel drive. Stubborn fucking woman. She groans softly, pulling the covers up around her delicate face. So fucking adorable. Too bad you’re such a fucking brat.
For the Love of Layla
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