Lovestrings
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Last published Mon, Oct 10, 2011
I've always been at the bottom of the social butterfly. I guess that was the best for me, considering that I'd owned Lunatic for six years without revealing my identity. Oh, yes, Lunatic is my store. Now, that's crazy, right? Being sixteen and owning a store. It all pays off, though. It's interesting to listen to whimsical love stories, and ex's failed attempts to win back hearts.
It's even more interesting to be a victim of Kingsley Benedict's. Oh, wait, correction.
It's even more interesting to be the fake girlfriend of Momo's Golden Boy.
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