Kaui Hart Hemmings, The Descendants

I lean down so that my face is right in front of hers and whisper, ‘He doesn’t love you. I love you.

I lean down so that my face is right in front of hers and whisper, ‘He doesn’t love you. I love you.

I lean down so that my face is right in front of hers and whisper, ‘He doesn’t love you. I love you.

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