Alone... For Ever?
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- Votes 12
- Chapitres 3
Dit verhaal gaat over een meisje, ze is heel sociaal en gezellig... tot dat ze in de pubertijd kwam. Ze werd onzeker over zichzelf en haar liefdes gevoelens. Ze dacht dat ze verliefd was op een meisje?! Ze sloot zich steeds meer op in haar kamer en at en dronk steeds minder en minder... Haar ouders waren niet bezig met haar maar met haar 'lieve' zusje. Dus ze zagen niks De rest zou je zelf maar moeten lezen!
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