Everywhere
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Ongoing11m
Last published Sat, Aug 19, 2023
I feel as if I'm floating through space, I feel weightless just by staring at her. Her gorgeous blonde locks draping just below her shoulders, her beautifully sculpted features, the almost faded freckles scattered around her face. And her body, don't even get me started on that. Nola Kane, oh how she is prefect. 'You don't even know who I am, yet' I whisper slightly, as I stroke a strand of her blonde hair before coming back down to earth when a sudden sound comes from the halls.
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