The Belt // Justin Bieber

The Belt // Justin Bieber

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Slowly, I walked into the VIP meet and greet room. I honestly wouldn't have come to the stupid concert but, Keira (my best friend, and she's obsessed with the Damn star) made me. I knew I shouldn't have made her go to warped tour with me. Well, actually I shouldn't have made the stupid deal with her.     "Hey come have a seat by me and we'll take some selfies and I'll sign some stuff for you." the 'superstar ' himself said while patting the space next to him.     I rolled my eyes and scoffed, "nah I don't need any of those stupid things. But I got you a belt." ----
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