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Hello, welcome to my port :) I just want to apologize for all the grammar and spelling mistakes. English isn't my first language, so... sorry! :) I hope you will still enjoy my stories!
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    Samantha and Not-Boring  Open in new Window.
    Rated: E · Romance/Love · #1153163
    A funny phone conversation between strangers.
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    My Best Friend (chapters 4, 5, 6)  Open in new Window.
    Rated: E · Romance/Love · #1032964
    Our time together isn't just fun anymore, it's also starting to hurt.
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    My Best Friend (chapter 3/6)  Open in new Window.
    Rated: 13+ · Romance/Love · #1030500
    I want the same person I fall asleep with to be the one I see in my dreams.
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    My Best Friend (chapter 2/6)  Open in new Window.
    Rated: E · Romance/Love · #953987
    And for a moment, just for a brief moment, it seems like she leans her head closer to me.
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    My Best Friend (chapter 1/6)  Open in new Window.
    Rated: E · Romance/Love · #953141
    Our feet are touching. We're both sitting on my bed and our feet are touching.
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