the day i'll always remember

the day i'll always remember

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it was 10:30 am and I was getting ready to meet bam I was so exciyed.I wore my red check shirt,blue skinny jeans and my red timberlands. I text my friend asking her to meet me at the bus stop she replies back yh just getting ready . It was time to go and meet grace she was on her phone listening to music. music. 2 minutes later the bus arrived and we ask the driver to take us to town,we sat at the back like usual.Just then a tweet came through from bars and melody saying "meeting my lovely Bambinos In Coventry today can't wait to see you-leo xx I couldn't believe this was actually happenimg. we arrived in town and headed strait for west orchards shopping complex we were first I'm the que the security guard stood there staring at us.He looked at his watch and said "Girls you have an hour yet."we no we wanted to be the first"you started laughing to yourself.suddenly you see a tall,fair haired boy staring at you from the blocked of area waving at you.
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