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My Lost Boy *BoyxBoy*
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Em andamento, Primeira publicação em mai 23, 2014
"All that night, I tossed and turned, unable to sleep. He was filling my dreams, and the only thing I could remember of this mystery boy were his eyes. They were crystal blue, the kind of blue like Bradley Cooper’s eyes, otherwise known as The God of All Things Perfect. I couldn't get them, or him, out of my head. What was his name? Where did he live? Will I ever see him again?"
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