My Obsession *On Hold*
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- Partes 3
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Things I can't live without:
1) Music!
2) Food (for obvious reasons, and because it tastes good.)
3) Owen Patricks.
That's a list I made not that long ago, although it seems like a lifetime instead. Those things would be seen as pretty normal for a teenage girl, but unfortunately, there was nothing normal about my obsession with Owen Patricks. Of course almost every girl at Dratlin Private School had a crush on him, but I took mine to a whole new level-
I was his stalker.
Now there's nothing I'd like better than to never see him again-because let's face it, being a stalker is embarassing- but it's a small world, and I just seem to keep running into him.
Again. And again. And again.
But I'm pretty sure I'm no longer the stalker.
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