The Last Memory (Editing Slowly)

The Last Memory (Editing Slowly)

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Complete Fri, May 6, 20163h 41m

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I entered the corridor with full on swagger, converse on my feet and a black wrist watch on my wrist. I stylishly made a turn, which in my case was a wrong one as a ball made its way to my face, and a crack was heard. My glasses broke. Damn! Now what do i do? Meet the handsome ex jock, and the nerdiest guy you have ever met. Glasses and a stupid smirk plastered on his face this boy here goes overboard with teasing, annoying and irritating Ria. Will they EVER get along or are they going to deny their love for each other? PLEASE VOTE AND COMMENT!

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