Chapter one

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The sun shined through the window radiating the start of a spring morning.
But if you knew Sean like any other teen she despised the mornings especially Monday mornings. "Ugh why already I finally had a good dream" she groaned. She got up pulling the curtains apart and looking out side . She carefully analysed the weather, "seems warm enough" she thought to herself.

Dragging herself to her closest she pulled out a new sports bra a pair of boxers a baggy vest top and some typical lesbian shorts (cause who doesn't love em) she effortlessly dressed herself and tamed the fluffy beast she calls her hair. Grabbing her bike and house keys she set off "hell here I come" she muttered stumbling out to her bike and starting it up.

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