Novel Version "Lilah"

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Of course, I would love to have friends other than inanimate objects and a grandfatherly bookstore owner. Our main girl loves talking about drugs . It's like drugs tenfold, galore. But she doesn't actually do them . His eyebrows pull down and although I'm not the greatest at reading people's expressions, I can tell he has no clue who I am. I won't tell anyone," I nod and he shakes his head as he bends, grabbing something from under the counter.

Well, I hit it on my bed frame," I sigh dramatically. He releases my arm and stares down at me coldly. As I get closer and closer, I see the defined shape of his jaw and his wonderfully sculpted arms that are shaped from a distant light off the front of a bar. I peek out the little window only to see it raining cats and dogs outside. That was the ghost I thought I heard, duh.A nicely sculpted, dark eyebrow lifts slightly on his face. His eyes fall to my collarbone and I find myself wanting to melt into the ground.

They don't need to see you," he glances over at me and I bite my lip from the sting his words left. I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. He remains quiet. Or he's ignoring my presence. He might've not heard me but for some reason, I think he heard me just fine.It makes me wonder if dogs make him happy. Dogs make everyone happy but honestly, he doesn't seem like everyone.