Cheat. -L.H
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Hey, my name's Elsa, I'm 14 and am poor.
I met my boyfriend, Luke Hemmings at his concert, and he proposed to me that day.
We live together and I fuck all of his friends. But don't tell him, because I love him.
I also know all of 1D, and Harry comes over a lot, fucks me in mine and Luke's bed, then leaves. But, all the 1D boys do that.
I'm very happy with Luke, but people call me a slut and it makes me sad. Just because I fuck all his friends doesn't mean I don't love him and am a slut! And how do they know I fuck all of them? Isn't a slut someone who's from a different country? Stupid fans.
My parents died when I was 4, and I brought myself up.
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