Charlie Bushnell
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Charlie had looked at you from across the room, hurt to say the least. Every memory was fading. It was as if the magic was slipping through his fingers.
“Please, don’t do this.”
Charlie had looked at you from across the room, hurt to say the least. Every memory was fading. It was as if the magic was slipping through his fingers.
“Please, don’t do this.”