Gang & Basketball
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- Chapitres 9
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Dernière publication lun., janv. 18, 2021
"You don't know me." She screwed her eyebrows together. He shook his head. "I know more than you allow yourself to believe."
She sat on her bed, deep in thought. "This isn't right. You shouldn't want me." He sat next to her. "Its hard to get away from you."
A new boy in town finds an interest to a girl that many try to stay away from. Her family was ruthless but he didn't care. He wanted to take his chances.
"You sure you wanna do this?" She asked.
He slapped a big smirk on his face. "I ain't scared."
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