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Cliche • [ Ongoing ]
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Ongoing13m
Last published Tue, Jun 7, 2022
"Sorry.... I'm sorry, I'm just foolish, god, I'm so stupid." I sniffed, frantically wiping hot tears off my cheeks.
"Please, don't say that, and tell me what's wrong", His eyes were moist as he spoke, but I still had my concerns about his feelings. I inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly. And I said to myself, "Fuck it."
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[This story is a work of fiction. I wrote this book for the sole purpose of entertainment. None of the events, characters or places mentioned in this book are real.]
[This book contains mature instances.]
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