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dear ashton,

today you told me that my eyes are beautiful. i know you lied. they're just an empty brown, not the ever changing hazel like yours or the beautiful blue of luke's. but i guess you know that, after all you must know what you're lying about. tell me ashton, does it feel good to know that your lies keep me up at night? 

always with love,

Claire 

xxx

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