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- J. P. Uvalle
- Nov 21, 2021
- 1 min read
π πΌ ππππ©πͺπ§π πππ§ππππ© πΎππ§ππ¨π©π’ππ¨ π
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My once best friend was standing outside my door, looking even more handsome than I remembered. Talk about old haunts.
Part of me was flattered by the thought that he was here to rekindle our friendship, but the other part of me wanted nothing to do with him because my heart would forever be scarred by the guy whoβd never loved me as much as Iβd loved him.
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