You’re a pretty little thing, young, a true sweetheart. You prance around in little sundresses and bows, your smile as bright as the sun. And what happens when you meet a man the very opposite of your entire being. Well you make him yours of course. You love simon to bits he’s so handsome and big and takes care of you so good he’s yours alll yours and no one else can ever ever have him because he’s yours and you are particularly fond with sharing he soon come to learn this. Who would have known that behind that mask of sweetness was something entirely different something not so pretty. You love Simon but women will be women, they look at your simon, they flirt with your fucking simon it’d be ashame if something terrible happened to them
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