My Friend Terrance
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MatureComplete Sun, Feb 11, 20242h 25m
Our main character has spent most of his life in a sheltered and isolated household. But after befriending the boy down the street, it opens up his life to so many new experiences and opportunities, and what it takes to live his life as a true human being.
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