I ate leftover cupcakes and cracked macarons for breakfast. I was ninety percent sure he simply ate up girls like me. I was covered in paint splatters, cake bat

It was a bad idea from the beginning.He was my brother's best friend and the definition of unavailable.But I didn't care.I had loved him for as long as I could

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