A Forbidden Passion

A Forbidden Passion

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The summer after Jamie and Grants freshman year of college. the summer air felt crisp on grants ugly mug. finally, grant thought, summer! he was free from his nagging employers at the local burger king. he would have the rest of the season all to himself. but did he really have to be alone this summer? he had already endured countless heartbreak after chasing girls that didn't want him... maybe it was time to chase....a boy?
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