"Angel."
"Hmm?"
"Stop touching my face."
"But I like it," she grinned before pinching my cheeks.
I just sighed and let her trace the features of my face as I admired the tips of her hair change colors simultaneously.
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keeper of lost things
Fanfictionhave you ever wondered where all lost things go? like, a spare button or some dimes and pennies or your eraser or your pen or your hope or your faith . . . or at some times, even yourself. where do they all go?
