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Maybell Parrish doesn’t make waves. She doesn’t even make ripples.
All it took for me to flush my sense down the toilet was an attractive man cutting a star out of aluminum foil. Surely I am not this weak.
NOT TO BE DRAMATIC, but I would rather drink battery acid than be in the throes of a crush.
“I’m not that strong at all,� he replies modestly, head ducking, “but for you, I can be strong enough.�
You ever think you were single for no reason and then you meet someone and realize you’ve been waiting for them without knowing it?
