Text messages//James Rodriguez
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Last published Fri, Sep 2, 2016
In where James Rodriguez is drunk and randomly types up a number and text a girl
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I DO NOT OWN JAMES RODRIGUEZ OR ANY OTHER FOOTBALLER MENTION IN THIS STORY
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Keep in mind this is my first ever story sorry if there's any typos in there
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