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CAMILLA RENÉE
As I said, okay I might not have said it directly, but I'm sure by now you would've caught up to the happenings of my life.
More specifically, the one which occured two years ago. At this very party, on a night such as this.
I was elated, after a twist of event, I was nothing short of sad and fear stricken.
I'm sure everyone has ideas on what happened.
It's fairly easy to guess.
Dylan and I met that night, of course I'd seen him trolling the hallway in his bad boy lifestyle, but that night was differnt.
He was different.
He made the night special.
I squeezed hard.
If only this jerk hadn't done what he did, that night wouldn't be scarred in my head.
Whenever I recall it, I wouldn't feel a knot in my stomach or the urge
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