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Breyson, Is His Name Ch.2

By Haley_Elizabeth, wallingford, VT

The next morning, I woke up and found Breyson outside, watching the waves. And an hour later, after I showered and got ready, he was still in the same position. He looked sad. So, I went to him.

"Morning." I smiled.

"It's four in the afternoon."

I sucked in a breath. "Yeah, I was tired."

"You're friend came by."



"Oh, my God! What'd he say?"

"He wanted you to drop by at some coffee shop, that he'd wait for you there.

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