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It wasn't right. He shouldn't be there, in Mason's room. It should be Mason in there, not this unknown boy.
I wanted to see Mason's blonde hair and blue eyes right there, wearing his favorite old red shirt. Not this boy.
The boy was a big change from Mason. He had short, dark brown hair and from what I could tell, brown eyes. He had muscles. Kind of tan.
He was cute, but he wasn't my Mason.
If Mason was still here, he'd write me cute little messages on the dry erase board I got him, and hold it up to make me blush or giggle. Damn. I miss him.
I wanted to see Mason's blonde hair and blue eyes right there, wearing his favorite old red shirt. Not this boy.
The boy was a big change from Mason. He had short, dark brown hair and from what I could tell, brown eyes. He had muscles. Kind of tan.
He was cute, but he wasn't my Mason.
If Mason was still here, he'd write me cute little messages on the dry erase board I got him, and hold it up to make me blush or giggle. Damn. I miss him.
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Just a beginning. This and the description sucks. But it will get better.