The first time I met you, you told me you grew up here, I’d call you a liar,” Tate informed me.
I tipped my head to the side and asked, “Really?”
“Really.”
“Why?”
“High-class,” he replied.
“Sorry?”
“You looked high-class,” he semi-repeated.
“I’m not,” I stated.
“No, Ace, you’re not. You’re a different kind of class.”
“Farmer class.”
“Pure class.

Autor: Kristen Ashley

The first time I met you, you told me you grew up here, I’d call you a liar,” Tate informed me.<br />I tipped my head to the side and asked, “Really?”<br />“Really.”<br />“Why?”<br />“High-class,” he replied.<br />“Sorry?”<br />“You looked high-class,” he semi-repeated.<br />“I’m not,” I stated.<br />“No, Ace, you’re not. You’re a different kind of class.”<br />“Farmer class.”<br />“Pure class. - Kristen Ashley




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