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By AnonymMarie Hall
As I look back on the time I've spent with him, loving him, learning him, I'm grateful for the moments. Because in the end, it's the moments that make life worth living...
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By AnonymMarie Hall
Bad boys needed love too. Her boys weren't dangerous-just naughty.
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By AnonymMarie Hall
Everything has beauty," she said, "but not everyone sees it." Her stomach hurt, her eyes burned. "I saw you, Hatter." Her words whispered through the night. "I saw you." She walked away.
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By AnonymMarie Hall
Forgetting herself, she turned toward him and her eyes bulged. “You’re naked!” “It’s what one tends to do in their home when it’s time to sleep,” he growled, now beginning to visibly get upset. And it seemed the more upset he got, the harder he got. His cock was long and quickly turning rigid. She tried to look away without seeming like it affected her, but she knew her eyes were enormous in her face and her heart was definitely doing a strange stuttering. “Stop acting like such a virgin. This isn’t for you.
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By AnonymMarie Hall
Oh my gosh, she'd cracked. Her mother was right. Too much Wonderland and sugar had finally rotter her brain.
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By AnonymMarie Hall
So in the end, what is a moment? One action? A single deed? Or is it more? Is a moment like a school of silver fish? The sum of many singular parts forming one cohesive unit? I tend to think so. Because the moment I met Ryan, that was just one of the sum parts.
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By AnonymMarie Hall
Why any self-respecting fairy godmother would pass them over for an inane twit who relied on animals to do her housecleaning was beyond her.
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By AnonymMarie Hall
Wonderland was wonderful, but without a counterbalance, it could turn it's inhabitants completely insane.
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