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He could lie, and say that the beautiful boy’s god-forsakenly perfect curls didn’t make butterflies slash and thrash in his stomach every time he threw that pretty smile his way, as every single time he fumbled to catch it
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
over the fence
He could lie, and say that the beautiful boy’s god-forsakenly perfect curls didn’t make butterflies slash and thrash in his stomach every time he threw that pretty smile his way, as every single time he fumbled to catch it
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Oct 29, 2018
Oct 29, 2018 at 3:24 AM UTC
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