Denied the chance (The Script fanfic)
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Terminé mer., sept. 11, 20131h 36m
Today is the day that could possibly change my life forever: it could build me up to be as tall as the sky, or knock me down below the floor. There are so many questions racing through my mind. Will he recognise me? Will he recognise my voice? Does he even remember that I exist? But, before I get a chance to find an answer to any of these questions, there is one, or rather a few, obstacles to get around first.
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