The forgotten loner (discontinued :( sorry..)
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Last published Tue, Sep 3, 2013
"He saved me... Ashton the loner saved me. I never talked with him even once, yet he seems to know everything about me and my friends. Although he is a newbie this year, i keep feeling familiar around him, like this isn't our first time, and my freinds share this feeling. And How does Zeyo always seem to be informed of all what's happening, with me and everyone else?
Argh so many questions... but my main one: Ashton, who are you?"
inspired by a story I once read , "MY LONE HERO" , the stories have some similar events, but are very different as well , in the end mostly .
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