Diary Of a Fusspot 16
I woke up early the next day and knocked on Christy’s door. For the very first time, I was going to ask her for a favor. And it was a very big one. When I got inside, I said without preamble. “You said I could trust you Christy,” She nodded, intrigued at the seriousness on […]
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