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Sheepy,
Dude. He has talked to her eleven times! Not ten times and not twelve times, ELEVEN times! There is just some kryptonite we can't repel, and in this story, that kryptonite is named Callan.
Let this be a lesson to you. If you like a girl, go for it, immediately. Girls worth having are not waiting for your testicles to drop. Now you get to spend your summer talking about book three in the series, while constantly getting interrupted by Callan sext messages. Hey, maybe she'll let you hold the camera for her reply sexts.
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Gives a man a halo, does mead.
"Here lies The_Jazz: Killed by an ambitious, sparkly, pink butterfly."
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