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taylergoatier
taylergoatier

Teen Idol

Warning don't read unless you are over the age of 16. They're supposed to be the best years of your life. Pft. Life. I give up.

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PurdyGurl
PurdyGurl

WWRY (BVB Fanfic) 118. Seeing Jagged

Andy wasn't really sure how to react. He certainly hadn't been expecting it But she definitely seemed to have gone crazy again.

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PurdyGurl
PurdyGurl

WWRY (BVB Fanfic) 75. CC's Tab

Seph frowned as the page loaded, everything went a little blurry in her vision but then she focused on it and swore she recognized that guy from the other page...

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bobbilawrence
bobbilawrence

We Were Destined To Explode Chapter 1

"TAAAYY!" I hear Jordan shouting me across the room "Fuck what do you want?" I can't help but sound a little hostile, but it's understandable since I've literally just woken up.

4 0 187 words
SeanDoFosho
SeanDoFosho

Friends, Fans, Artists

Friends, fans, artists must meet. Which 1 are you which 1 is me. Friends, fans, and artist must meet. Which 1 are you which 1 are me. FANS. God, please o please let him breath my way.

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TheCookieMonster
TheCookieMonster

Zayn Malik

Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. Zayn. Come back to England, where your lovers remain. We miss you. That's it. Hell to Zayn!. You ditched us for the blond haired and blue-eyed Americans.

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TheCookieMonster
TheCookieMonster

Dance And Singers

Dance. Why the hell are singers so obsessed with it. I mean, singers implies you sing not dance.

2 0 137 words
Thomsk
Thomsk

Bright Lights.

Flash lights and the good life, keep calling out my name And I pray somehow something’s gonna change Bright lights in the skyline, let me lose my way ‘Cause I know somehow something’s gonna...

4 0 502 words
gmstr
gmstr

The Rise and Fall of the Columbia House Record Club

The allure of the record club was simple: you put almost nothing down, signed a simple piece of paper, picked out some records, and voila. — a stack of vinyl arrived at your doorstep.

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