Terry's WAY(On HOLD)
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A dark soul was what he was. Very private but also very interesting. Fine didn't even describe Terry. He was one Boy that every Girl wanted but nobody could ever find a way to his heart. Until he met Symone. She was bubbly and Happy everything he wasn't. Her laugh was contagious. Could symone be the one, or would life go on Terry's Way?
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