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Another hatred world [h.s]
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Ongoing, First published Jan 27, 2021
Mature
first day of college and is working undercover for the government, to work on  an old case that is assigned to Aracelie Martinez and Ria Rodriguez. until one specific hot England bad boy and his friends catches her eyes which makes them suspicious , what else could go wrong ?


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I watched him as he let out a cute genuine laugh? Dimples impaled so deep , you can actually stick your finger in it and your finger would disappear. He shook his head grinning then brought the blunt back to his mouth and inhaled then exhaled. 

Omg no no no what did I just say CUTE?! No I'm not catching feelings right ? Fuck I'm gonna get in so much trouble if Gary finds out. 

Harry looks back at me and says "Mmm your ridiculous you know that" 

I mentally rolled my eyes already frustrated for at least trying to get something out of his annoying ass.
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