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  1. DatLoser

    Twisted love

    Jack Miller sat up in his bed and groaned, shifting himself to the edge and sitting there for a second, he brushed his long, brown hair out of his eyes and stretched, yawning loudly. "Damn... What time is it?" He whispered to himself and reached for his phone. "11am." He affirmed, putting it...
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