Jeran
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Ever since that day I've first met you.. At my friends place where she was texting and then yeah funnily enough I hit up right back. Went home, opened the damned browser and searched for that name... Hit on request and immediately accepted back. Guess what, I started right away! It was pleasant, nice to meet you, you being mature big brown haired 17 year old teen, with a pleasant demeanour I could well see it through our texts and me? What about me? Just a childish, young, innocent 15 year old who would go after guys like him and come up happy when they give a shot back. Yeah it went on and on... Until I decided to give in...
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