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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 19, 2013
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Hi, im summer sixx and this is my hopeless love story between and my friend zach king i met him when he moved across the street when i was 6 he's a year older then me but im my grade i love my music and he likes the same type of music man i love that boy but this is my story .... please read :) and each chaters pic is on the side of the first chapters till there all there and ech time there is a new one ill post a pic
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