Diet / Why Don't We
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  • Parts 55
  • Time 2h 47m
  • Reads 359,430
  • Votes 14,163
  • Parts 55
  • Time 2h 47m
Complete, First published Feb 05, 2018
Mature
"Jack, I'm worried. You've barely ate anything the last couple days, what's going on?" Corbyn said to his friend with an intense stare. 

"Nothings wrong, Bean. I'm just on a diet" Jack said tiredly, looking back at his bandmate with a pale face and sunken eyes.










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