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Joe was a virgin and her skin was clean.
Until she met him.
Harry took her virginity and marked her flawless skin.
A Suspense Mystery story, in which a young girl wakes up with a butterfly tattoo across her lower stomach and the words HI...
Damn! This is the 50th chapter, and it finally reached 10k reads,🌸💖 I'm so grateful to those of you who continue to read this book. Thank you all!
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I dedicate this chapter to aqua_teen for commenting so much across all of my books and also reading them (you literally read almost all of my books lol). So thank you, babe!
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pessimism:(noun)
A tendency to see the worst aspect of things or believe that the worst will happen. "the dispute cast an air of deep pessimism over the future of the peace talks." -synonyms: defeatism, negative thinking, negativity, expecting the worst, doom and gloom, gloom, gloominess; hopelessness, lack of hope, cynicism, fatalism, depression, despair, melancholy, despondency, dejection, angst, distrust, doubt; Weltschmerz; informal looking on the black side. "formerly he had been prone to pessimism, full of gloomy predictions about the future"
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"Take me with you cus even on your own, you are not alone. Take me with you 'cause even by yourself, my love, you are something else."
Song - Portugal
Artist - Walk the Moon
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"And I need you now tonight, and I need you more than ever, and if you only hold me tight. We'll be holding on forever and we'll only be making it right, 'cause we'll never be wrong together."
Song - Total Eclipse of the Heart
Artist - Westlife Version(Orginal Artist, Bonnie Tyler.)
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...A week later...
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Harry
"Joe baby, you need to leave this room," I whisper into her ear as she grips the toilet bowl, emptying the contents of her stomach into it. I hold her ponytail with one hand and rub her back with my other.
Joe coughs, wiping her mouth and turns her head to look at me. "How can I do that when I'm vomiting every five seconds?" She frowns but rests her head against my chest. "Besides, I thought we're supposed to be hiding?"
"I know, but you've been in here for a week,"
"I'm sorry Harry, it's just--after losing my mother, then the baby, I haven't felt like going anywhere." Although she no longer has a cast on her leg or needs crutches, I still help Joe up from her position on the floor.
