the boy next door..?
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MatureOngoing20m
Last published Thu, Aug 6, 2015
"why are you following me?" i asked bluntly waiting for his answer "im not following you after all my house is right next to yours"he said smirking that when my blood started to boil from his answer
"you know what i mean how you always stalk me everywhere i go !"i shouted at him that when my arms whent full of goosebumps when he replied with the words that still haunt me today
"when i want something i go after it"
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