Stamped into her memory, causing the feeling of wanting to scrub her skin free of him. Having to live each day in his presence. Her sisters unknowingly advocating on his behalf. It didn’t matter she’d make herself forget.. somehow.. some way..
The reason.. in Insights into my thoughts
Revised: 01/08/2018 8:25 a.m.
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Last updated January 08, 2018
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