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Ongoing, First published Oct 03, 2015
Mature
This is the story of how my best friend found her true love and then helped me find mine...well..sort of...not really but its still sweet.
we had just moved to Australia for my advanced music school and her elite academic studies she's a bit of a nerd. 
she bumped into this guy who was running like a bat out of hell to calculous class. immediately they had this insane connection and they were just chatting it up while i was awkwardly standing there like a third wheeling idiot
i don't think she's too sorry for bumping into him.
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