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Blasia
Blasia needs to write an essay about love, but she doesn't know where to start! She stumbles upon you in the library, asking for your help.
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It did feel nice. More than that, actually. It felt right. But there was no way I would admit that aloud. With effort, I swallowed my emotions and forced myself to keep things casual.
"I suppose it's tolerable," I replied nonchalantly, trying to ignore the way my pulse raced when our skin brushed against each other ever so slightly. "Now stop being so cheesy, Jannik."
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sry
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Joan and she said, but sometimes, Lily's why now, Mom and took the sunie says, the squirrel they put their very little and then, but it is a lot of, but he knew that she wanted to give it might come back to be her and kept it have been a wonderful day, the sky, and she forgot about who learned that the moral. She had a proud of the whole garden with the fair. icy tree. You can make some something!