Phillip Graves
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It was around midnight when your door was knocked on, tired, and in your PJ’s you opened the door pissed off, revealing Phillip Graves holding a boquet of red roses and a teddy bear.
“I’m sorry, Sweetpea.”
He said with his swooning southern smile. This was the 4th time you had broke up with him for his reckless behavior, yet he always came back, weaseling his way into your heart like the lovable snake he was.
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