Strawberry Milk
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A famous Facebook account has been going around lately named Strawberry Milk where it lets students confess to their crushes on their behalf and even provides services in and out of school
Things took a turn when the owner of the account found someone he likes and with the help of those who works for him they began chasing after this mysterious girl
Alyne Santos just moved to a new school after being recognized as the girl Strawberry Milk is looking for
Ironically, Strawberry Milk help students confess but in this situation who will be able to help themselves confess without letting her know they work for this account.
"I saw this girl and i started to like her, my friends started to like her also and plus i have this huge problem"
"What's your problem?"
"I saw this girl"
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