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"So tell me love.. how'd you really end up here?" His left shoulder slightly touching my right shoulder as we're sat side by side. We both slouch since the benches didn't have a back support and just stare straight ahead at the stilled cherry blossom trees. "Well. There was a trash bag, and a photo frame, I almost got my head chopped off, and now here I am staring at some very pretty trees." I bluntly refer to the previous incidents showing no emotion whatsoever. - This story may contain foul language, strong mature themes/mentions of suicide, and a few other sensitive topics. Read at your own risk. You've been warned. EDITING IS ONGOING. I HAVE NOT PUBLISHED THIS STORY ANYWHERE ELSE BESIDES HERE ON WATTPAD. PLEASE DON'T STEAL OR COPY MY STORY OR IDEAS.
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