Searching. . . for?! //a d.i.d story\\
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Última publicación dom, ene 14, 2024
"Am I speaking to Geelc right now?" The girl spoke, not wanting to sound disrespectful when meeting the new person.
"Jeez missy, you do not have to be so polite." In contrast with the tone the girl was used hearing, this time the tone of the person speaking was cheerful, playful, as if they have been waiting to come out for so long.
"Oh you must be-"
"Yeah I bet he told you my name. Or what he remembers, right?" The person smiled, liking how no one knew his name. "I know why we are here. So ask whatever you want to ask." The person in front of her said while making themselves comfortable on the couch.
"I am an open book after all." They smiled again when the girl was trying to process what he said and what she heard Geelc say about him, which there were not a lot to process.
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This will be a story about a young man who has D.I.D.
I hope you all can enjoy this book and why not, learn something from this.
Your author,
Nia.
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