The Bad Boy Stole My Shoe
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Complete Tue, Nov 20, 2018<5 mins
She was qUiRkY and ReLatAbLe
He wasn't.
She was pretty.
He looked looked like the poop stuck on the bottom of my shoe.
Speaking of shoes, he stole my shoe. Yeah, cliche right? Well I'm not like all those other girls, I'm unique.
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