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๐๐๐'๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐ฃ๐รฉ๐.
๐'๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ๐ด๐ฆ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ.
๐๐ช๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฅ๐ด.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ด ๐ด๐ฉ*๐ต ๐ต๐ข๐ด๐ต๐ฆ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฅ๐ถ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ด.
๐๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ง*๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ฆ๐น ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด.
๐๐ช๐ณ๐ต๐ฃ๐ข๐จ.
๐๐ค ๐จ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฃ๐ฉ๐จ ๐ฉ๐ค ๐๐๐ฉ ๐ฅ๐ง๐๐ฉ๐๐ฃ๐ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐๐๐.
๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฌ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ'๐ญ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐ฆ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ข๐ญ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ.
๐๐ฆ๐ญ๐ญ ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฉ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ.
๐๐น๐ค๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ต ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ต ๐ณ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ช๐ด ๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ฆ๐ณ,
๐ ๐จ๐ฆ๐ต... ๐ง๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ*๐ต.
๐๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ ๐จ๐ฐ๐ต๐ต๐ข ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฅ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ด๐ฃ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ'๐ด ๐ข๐ด๐ด,
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ช๐ค๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ต ๐ข ๐ด๐ถ๐ช๐ต,
๐๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ, ๐ ๐ข๐ค๐ต๐ถ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ธ๐ข๐ฏ๐ต.
๐๐๐๐ฉ ๐*๐๐ ๐๐ง๐ฎ ๐๐จ ๐ฉ๐๐๐จ?
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Seeing her name pop up on my screen brought back so many memories. Her face bombarded my mind immediately, and all of the sudden my exhaustion dissipated into nothingness. She had been my lifeline throughout high school. The one person I could lean on, no matter what. She taught me about love, life, friendship, and kinship. She taught me how to kiss, and what to do on dates with women. Hell, she even helped get my ass through Pre-Calc, which had been a nightmare in and of itself.
I rubbed my eyes just to make sure I wasnโt seeing things. However, when her name didnโt disappear, I knew there was only one reason for her phone call.
Sheโs in trouble.
โRose? Are you all right?โ I asked as I picked up the phone.
And the second her crying filled the line, I leapt right back out of bed.
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Read the First Chapter HERE!
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Savannah Rylan is a romance writer that spends most of her time writing and reading with her cat, Gris. When not writing about sexy bikers and the women that love them, you can find her on the beach with a drink in her hand or at the gym testing out some strange new position. Yoga, obviously. She lives in Southern California with her husband and Gris, the true love of her life.
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