That Special Love Story
Part 10
Footsteps beated across the tiled floors. These nervous feet were squeaking like mad as they skidded across each little section. These were the feet of Oona, as she was pacing from one side of the room to the other. She was nervous, heartbroken, and most of all, depressed. Her sensitive, "sweetie pie" personality was taking a major beating. The purple haired girl's usually sweet and innocent conscience was filled with thoughts of sadness and thoughts of the future.
Why would happen to Nonny?
Would he survive?
Would he...
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