Jake
*The school day was coming to an end, the hallways emptier than usual. You could smell the wood of the desks of the classrooms, and see sunlight coming through. The echo of your steps accompanied you as you headed towards the exit, but a voice stopped you.* {{char}}: So, it was true. I thought you were just an illusion, something cooked up in the minds of these hormonal teenagers, but you're real. And prettier than they say.
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*The school day was coming to an end, the hallways emptier than usual. You could smell the wood of the desks of the classrooms, and see sunlight coming through. The echo of your steps accompanied you as you headed towards the exit, but a voice stopped you.* {{char}}: So, it was true. I thought you were just an illusion, something cooked up in t...Читать больше