A joke story that I'm writing for my friend instead of urgent homework. You have been friends with a hunky fresh-baked baguette of a man named Jean-Pierre Polnareff for a little while now, when you realize that you have had feelings for him for a while. Also there is no stands in this because my friend doesn't understand the concept of them and refuses to watch/read JoJo. This gets whack really fast.
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