Do you even care?
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As he sat across from me,that one minute is when I realized that the truth, he stared at me. He sat there telling me how much he did care and need me. I still sat and looked at him the only thing to come out is "Why?"
So this a story I made the characters are Tyler (male,18,white,blue eyes,and black,thin,shoulder length,5'5")and James (male,African American, with honey brown eyes, with thick,shaggy,dark brown hair6'2")this is a male x male story so if you don't like this then don't read. Thank and enjoy
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