Banana Syrup
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Última publicación lun, ene 19, 2026
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Banana syrup
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University sucks. parties are the only interesting thing happening and everyone is two faced. Taylor hates her university and spends her weekends being a loser inside her dorm. One cold wednesday she see's a certain blonde get dumped . he seems cool and his hair reminds Taylor of....Banana syrup?
[This story contains heavy themes.]
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