It all started with a......project? *ON HOLD*
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Dernière publication dim., déc. 23, 2018
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There was this boy that never talked in class. His name was Andrew Wild. Ironic huh? What I never noticed was him staring at me. One day our teacher decided to give the class a project. She partnered Andrew and I. From that point on many things were never the same, I won't say if it was for the better or the worse though, you'll have to read to find out 😜
(Fair warning, I made this when I was young so I don't know if its good 👍)
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