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The first time it didn’t mean anything. So why did I believe you the second time? Nothing but a little liar, deceiver, with the unreliable “so called” love that you have. You claim your sorry, but how can you mean your apology when you did it once again. I need to get out of this black... - Nonfiction > MemoirWinter is my favorite time of the year. There’s sledding down the death path, making a snowman, having snowball fights, and building forts. I have to say though, 2010’s winter was not my choice of year. Earlier in the year, a boy by the name of David had moved in across the street. His dad belon...
