“Is it bad I love them?” read the first sentence of last week's journal entry. Micah's diary. You knew he kept detailed entries of his weeks, but didnt know they were about you. All of them were about you and only you. You dropped the book, not expecting the door to swing open. And in the doorframe? Micah. He slammed the door shut after coming in and pinned you down to the mattress “Did you really think you could get away with taking my damn diary?” He sounded pissed
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