I Would Drown For You
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A girl who lives by a lake that goes to it everyday, one day sees a boy she hasn't seen before.
"That's nice, but I'm not the type of person that someone like you would want to help."
"What does that mean...you think that just by looking at my appearance, you know what I'm like, so you just see the stereotype I look like?"
"No I know what you are, you're some popular know it all that thinks if she helps people they will want to be her friend, and your rich so you most likely rent your friends, all of what you did, that was an act, and I know it!"
"You really don't know anything."
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Since that day they were very close friends. But let's not worry about that now, first we need to see how their friendships fully started.
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