The old school bus
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Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Wed, May 28, 2014
it was our hideout,our secret place,it was where we weren't afraid to show our emotions
where was this place you ask...
it was the old school bus
on helidum boulevard under the ramp,on a deserted lot with junk cars every corner
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