Forced Love
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MatureComplete Fri, Jun 16, 20171h 32m
To what extent would you do for love,
Miranda, didn't believe in love. She still doesn't but her stalker does. She panics at the thought of someone watching her. Every new 'love' letter she got made her more scared, that is until he couldn't handle being away from her anymore. So he took her.
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