JUST FRIENDS OR MORE ?
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Last published Sun, Aug 10, 2014
Hallo mein Name ist Leyla. Und bin 17 Jahre alt. Ich haben braune haare und braune Augen. Ich wohne mit meiner Familie in einer Villa, denn wir sind reich. Meine beste Freundin Ally ( 17 ) jahre alt, wohnt direkt neben mir. Sie hat braune haare und braun-grüne Augen. Sie ist meine Nachbarin. Ich kenne sie schon seit dem Kindergarten.wir sind jetzt in der 10. Klasse. In unserer Gegend ist ein neuer Junge eingezogen mit seiner Familie. Sein Name ist Jack. Er sieht sehr heiss aus. Er hat braune haare und Augen. Er ist auch 17 jahre alt. Aber was dann passiert erfahrt ihr in der Geschichte...hoffe sie wird euch gefallen....
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