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                                                By Lindseylalala GOLD
Zephyrhills, Florida
A pale shade of red consumed the fragile features of my face. My hands shook and butterflies hopped nervously in my weak stomach. Jacob stroked his fingers down his guitar, twistin...
                                                        
                                                                                                                
                                                        
                                                        
                                                    Zephyrhills, Florida
A pale shade of red consumed the fragile features of my face. My hands shook and butterflies hopped nervously in my weak stomach. Jacob stroked his fingers down his guitar, twistin...