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Finding the Bike Thief [ON HOLD]
- LECTURES 63
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 3
En cours d'écriture9m
Dernière publication lun., févr. 18, 2013
Mental Diary Entry: 11/June/12-
A boy stole my bike today. This might sound weird but...he interests me. He isn't a jerk, like you'd expect. I'm sure that there's more to him than society's view of him being a jumped-up-bad-ass. Maybe I could find out more? I'd like to, even if I shouldn't...
Mental Diary Entry: 11/June/12-
This girl. I stole her bike. But why wasn't she mad? Why did she look at me with sympathy? What was that second emotion burning brightly in her eyes too? She interests me. I want to find out more about her. I'd like to, but I know I shouldn't...
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