The Shortest Forever

The Shortest Forever

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My name is Jean Kirstein. I am a 19-year old student at Trost University. There are quite a few things that I dislike. I'll name a few for you: People who call me a horse, 'horseface' or anything that has to do with horses. Actual horses and dogs. Rainy days, hot summer days and cold lakes are also on this list. There are also quite a few things I hate, one of them is Eren Jeager. But I do care about some things, like music, driving in my car, coffee, beer, cigarettes, black hair and freckles. Those last two bring me at the last thing I'll tell you guys about myself for now. The one thing I loved more than anything else. The one person that could make my day go from hell to heaven with just one smile. My freckled best friend, and boyfriend, named Marco Bodt. Who died last month.
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