Struck by Lightning (Formerly knowing the bad boy)
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- Chapitres 6
En cours d'écriture45m
Dernière publication lun., oct. 24, 2016
"Why are you so hung up on this guy?" .
"Because we have the same sad story that everybody knows, and nobody wants to know."
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When you were little people always told you if you dream hard enough you're dreams will come true. What they never told you was, nightmares are also dreams.
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