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Our Struggle for Love

Our Struggle for Love

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 17, 2015
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Romance
Gee was a tall darkskinned boy in the 8th grade. He meet a girl named Keria, a dark brownskin 5'2 girl. He had a crush on her but she was nervous that he didnt feel the same way about her. They flirted everyday until he just asked her out. Keria was too damn happy. They had their first kiss by the water fountain in math hall. It was funny because it was a messy. The sex was AMAZING ! The stories was good sad. The stayed together through everything . They told each other everything we trusted each other. We knew we was in love but didnt admit it right then. Until High school changed every fucking thing. READ THE STORY TO FIND OUT THE TRAGIC AND ROMANTIC AND DEPRESSING THINGSS.
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