all the while trying not to think of the golden eyed idiot from the bar, not how his voice sounded, low and velvety or how the moon light gave little reflections on his hair or the shining in his eyes. I’m like a sappy girl from a book, she thought hiding her face under her purple pillows.
-Amanda Littrell
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