If I Saw You Earlier
Continued(: Chapter 18 I wanted to say I am sorry, that I over reacted. But it was to late. Why didn't I say anything. I didn't sleep, I just stated at the wall, sealing and his back.
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Continued(: Chapter 18 I wanted to say I am sorry, that I over reacted. But it was to late. Why didn't I say anything. I didn't sleep, I just stated at the wall, sealing and his back.
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