once i get to my room, i strip to my boxers and crawl under my blankets, snuggling into the warmth.
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Fanfictionsean watches the boy on the balcony across the street every night. he wishes he could speak to him. [one sentence at a time story.]
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once i get to my room, i strip to my boxers and crawl under my blankets, snuggling into the warmth.
