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It's funny how just last night we were watching the stupid stars. I wish I could take them all away and keep the sky pitch black. That asshole doesn't deserve to see stars anymore, he doesn't deserve anything. I hated Grayson Hawthorne, absolutely hated him. - "What are you doing here?" Grayson directed the question at me, I think he only expected Avery. "Nunya." I prayed he would fall for the joke. "Nunya?" he raised a quizzical brow. "Nunya business." I snickered, so did Avery and Jameson. --- "So scratch my name on your arm with a fountain pen. This means you really love me." -rusholme ruffians; the smiths HIGHEST RANKS: #1 in theinheritancegames #1 in xanderhawthorne #1 in nash #1 in graysonhawthorne #2 in grayson
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