My London Boy
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"I feel lonely."
"And why would that be, darling?"
Two souls...at the right place, at the right time.
One sad girl.
One happy boy.
And a string of conversations.
© 2020 by MonMoncheese
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Start Date: 04.23.2020
End Date: Unknown
Cover made by @quiettwriter
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