A Rainy Tuesday || larry

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Reads 473,933
Votes 29,498
Parts 25
Time 2h 49m

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••complete 2014••

on a rainy tuesday a gun was fired ten times within their high school. one loved the shooter. the other lost his best friend to himAll Rights Reserved

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