"Are Du comin' Melissa?" asked Rabbit as he took me hand and lead me toward his parents club 'The Rabbit Hole.'
"Yeah, of course," I sagte slowly, my blonde hair was falling over my shoulders. I was beginning to feel guilty for leaving my mom to take care of my soon to be dying great grandmother.
Rabbit lifted my head with his index finger, and made me look into those makeing-me-melt grey eyes. He was wearing his famous sleak black oben, nach oben hat, and suit once again. It was 2009 and he was wearing a suit and a oben, nach oben hat on his white blonde hair.
"You want to meet my parents don't you?" he asked in...
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