Beautiful Scars Part 3
By Black Sheep
(Bailey's pov.)
His number sits on my desk, I stare at it across the room. Wondering why he would bother to give me his number. As if my body is being controlled by strings; I jump up, grabbing the paper, and dialing his number
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"Hello," his voice sounds softer more alive over the phone.
"Hi, its Bailey. From the coffee shop." I shake my head wondering why in the hell I'm doing this.
"Bailey, Hi. I'm at the library would you like to meet me their?"
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