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to smack the back of my head when the words came o

here, it's going to dry for another 40 minutes, go to the store and get me some stuff so I can make

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lowly and carefully. Up ahead, I finally see the fucking sugar; the last o

get the Demerara Sugar but I can't reach it. I get on my t

the sugar but suddenly feel my

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a sharp jawline. He was perfect, how the fuck can someone be so perfect? He brushed

ked away with a scoff and lifted his right arm 90 degrees waving me off. Another man walked besi

shirt and picking up the sugar fro

store and driving back home in time to wash my hair. The dye had dried du

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checking my email and texting my best friends, Melanie and Zack, about hanging out

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