Enthrall
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Description
His love for him was like an apple. Freshly picked from the biggest tree in the field. Their hearts beat with each touch and stare, but that feeling soon died. Their apple started to rot, wither over from the feelings of enthrallment....to someone else.
Foreword
Hello, to the people who took the time out of their day or night to read my story. I'm a new writer (especially to the third person writing) to this whole aspect of the third person writing. I apologize if I didn't grasp it enough...I tried...
(Also this story is up on my wattpad, same exact username if you're curious.)
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