The Band Geek
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Last published Sat, Dec 20, 2014
She was absolutely, utterly, gorgeous. She was also quiet, or so I thought, but that was before I really got to know her. After a couple of weeks, I found out that she was so much more. I also found out something that I didn't want to find out, but I didn't want it to affect me chasing after her whole heartedly.
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