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YEAR 2000

YEAR 2000

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Year 2000 is a totally street. Two people met under the same sun. Two people need to separate under the same sun. Will this two people will be fall into their right places under the same sun? /Tomioka/ He stared at me at biglang hinawakan ang braso ko. Felt so hard that time. Hard to breathe, and soft. Soft like a marshmallow. The fuck with this? "What's your name?" He asked. "Lily" i stated. Tinignan nya ko at sumunod na sa kuya nya. I can't forget his figure. I don't know his age but he's well toned, good looks, cold eyes. Damn I'm shookt, Crush ko na 'to? The fuck is happening.
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