Old School Romance

Old School Romance

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She was sick of modern romances and how easy it was for people to sleep around and move on to the next. The way the social media crazed world worked, made her nauseous. She was a girl with a heart made for an old romance. He was also sick of modern romances. The way people boasted about the amount of relationships they had made him nauseous. He only ever kissed one girl and even that felt like a mistake. He was a guy with a heart made for an old romance.
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