Cold seasons
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MatureOngoing27m
Last published Sun, Nov 10, 2019
why do I still feel cold? Even in the summer. Is it me? Or is it him? Maybe it was just the weather that day, set the mood.
Edit: The parts that have a ;) has mature content. This story contains sexual content, mention of suicide and other things that could be sensitive.
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