PECULIAR
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MatureOngoing1h 44m
Last published Sun, Aug 31, 2014
He sat there in row 4 every day and always had his head down low scribbling in his book. He had a mix of black and purple messy hair but his eyes were bright and green, he always wore the same black hoodie with the same black ripped skinny jeans. No has ever heard him talk before not even for class cause some how the teacher always skipped him it was like he was invisible to everyone around him but not me. His name is Michael, Michael Clifford.
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