And I wrote another short story! It's not really special nor really good, but I wanted to share it anyway!
He always forgot how stunning the girl looked when she was crying in his arms. His hands went through her half long blond hair and he imagined how his hands would turn it into a mess without her complaining about it. He imagined how her hands
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And no, I wouldn't mind being comforted by this young mind...and he doesn't even have to listen to what I say all the time ;-)
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