Texting the famous Beckham's son.

Texting the famous Beckham's son.

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Being in love with someone who is famous and they only see you as someone they had a fling with while on holiday. 'He is a year older than you and lives on the other side of the world! You only knew him for a week! You surely can't be in love with him!' Mum says typing away on her laptop. 'But mum, you didn't hang out with him like I did. You don't see him the way I see him!' I say sitting down on the table. 'You won't see him again, it's no point in continuing it.' Tori says walking in. 'Well, you are right. I guess I'm just another girl he'll only see once.' I sigh heading out of the room.
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