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This life is too damn good, too beautiful, to cry over greasy boys with sloppy tongues.
These days, I find myself falling for a new boy for breakfast and then forgetting his name by dinner.
She’s all sorts of shiny, bright like the blazing sun, and sugary sweet.
Something leads me to believe that Harper is an actual woodland fairy.
“I’m pretty sure all dogs are puppies forever.”