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Broken


"You're broken," she stated like he already didn't know.

"Damaged goods," the boy agreed lightly.

She licked her lips and stared.

He blinked and waited.

"I'll fix that." 

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Justinejk
<p>I haven't watched the movie in a while and I was confused for a couple of seconds but yeah I understand what you mean. When I wrote it I wasn't even thinking about that. I was thinking about myself really, which sounds selfish but is true. Thank for pointing that out though.</p>
iluvwritingxoxo
<p>isn't this from holes?</p>

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