Chapter 23 A Bottle Of Beer And Julie.

°Jeremy’s POV°

The hand on my shoulder was soft. Too soft. For half a second my chest caved in, hoping, begging. But when I turned, golden eyes weren’t waiting for me.

She wasn’t Amy.

The girl staring back was about my age. Red hair, bright, sharp eyes. Pretty in a way that made people look twice...

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