Must Break The Bad Boy's Heart
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"Hindi ko na kanyang ipag-patuloy 'toh. Mahal ko na si Shane. Tama na tong revenge na toh justin" Nag pantig ang tainga ko sa na rinig kong sabi ni Austin Kay justine.
Kaya lumapit ako sa kanya at nanlaki ung mga mata nya.
"Kanina ka pa ba dy--" Hindi ko pinatapos yung sasabihin nya dahil pinagsa-sasampal ko na sya at Hindi lng sampal pinagha-hahampas ko pa. Napaka sakit ng ginawa nya.
"So gantohan tayo ha, Austin?! Pagkatapos ng lahat gantohan pala yun?! Oo nga naman kakambal mo si Justine kaya pabor ka sa revenge na gusto nya. Ang tanga ko na nga dahil naniwala akong mahal mo ko, tapos ang bobo ko pa dahil Hindi ko na isip na Hindi mo talaga ako gusto. Isang Austin Smith magkakagusto sa ex ng kakambal nya."
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