Alone, Together
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Simple story/scenarios about Nick and Fabrizio from the band The Strokes. I'm barely (if at all) gonna write sexual stuff, because I hate writing that shit, but definitely romance. If you don't know The Strokes, you might be a little bit confused, so look the band up, they got some good music.
By the way, I'm not a shipper. For the love of all that I find good, don't call me that, I beg of you. I cringe at that word. I just thought this would be fun to write about. Cheers!
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A Forever That Lasted
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