The Girl of My Dreams
Now she haunts my nightmares
By Sawyer KuhlPublished 6 months ago • 1 min read
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"Do you want to dance?"
"No way." She laughed, ran away.
She danced with him though.
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Sawyer Kuhl
Father. Husband. Aspiring fiction writer. Observer of life.
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That is sooo cute!!
Omgggg! That's so heartbreaking! 🥺