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LOVING THE BAD BOY

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Reads 203,956
Votes 3,287
Parts 100
Time 19h 30m

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"Don't get yourself into something you can't finish" He mumbled lighting a cigarette as I studied the tattoo on his hand. "Room mate" He scoffed bumping past me as I realized his presence was like a drug and I was addicted.All Rights Reserved

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