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Last published Fri, Dec 12, 2014
You'd never expect so much to come from a lame Pen Pal program. Out of all people I would get Harry. Of course I couldn't get a nice girl, or a simple nerdy guy. I'm supposed to be sleeping right now, he's right next to me, and since I got kicked out of my house because of this bastard, I'm stuck here. But I'm writing this as quick warning before you read my story, I don't think Harry would like that I talk to people about him without him knowing. Please help me from getting attached to this kid, I hate to say it, but he scares me.
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