Broken (one direction fanfic)
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Ongoing11m
Last published Wed, Nov 27, 2013
11 years that's what it's been sense my mom and dad died in a car crash that's all I could think of while I was locking up the shop and Someone was running and bumped in to me "I'm so sorry!" A guy with a Bradford accent said he pulled me up but hid his face as if he was trying not to be noticed he said sorry again and started to run off "who are you?" I yelled and he yelled back "check in your pocket!" I reached in my pocket and took out a small piece of paper and I stared at it wide eyed he's-
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