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New Toy Syndrome (boyxboy)

New Toy Syndrome (boyxboy)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Apr 16, 2015
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Quinnley Valentino has a disease - and it's called NTS. aka New Toy Syndrome. It's where he always needs the newest things, discarding the old like yesterday's trash. Including friends. Of course, there's always that one thing that you can never get rid of, no matter how hard you try to. That thing is Quinn's best friend, Crosseti Calvert. However, everything else in Quinn's life is replaceable and after one nasty fight, Cross has decided he's had enough. But it might just be too late
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