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Ongoing, First published Jan 03, 2017
Mature
"That's impossible!" She exclaimed, throwing her hands up to her head and pulling her hair.
"No, it's not. We can do it, I believe it." I said softly, stroking her arm.
"I swear, we can try, but I bet you $20 that we won't."
"You're on."


Okay this will be a story that will continue until I get bored of it.
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