Online Stranger (Muke A.U)*slow updates*
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Dernière publication lun., avr. 6, 2015
I made a new friend today, she's a girl. She seems so nice. But sadly I'll never meet her. I don't know where she lives. The only place I get to see her is the internet, even if all her "selfies" are dark and you can't see her face I know she's there. Her videos are always dark and all I can see is occasionally a hint of brown telling me her hair colour but that's it and that's probably all I'll ever see. A new neighbour is never good ,neither is a lie that caused my online best friend to be a fraud. ~This may be able to cause triggering so please read at your own risk.~
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