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2024-10-29 19:42:56CAMILLA RENÉE
TUESDAY AFTERNOON.
RICHMOND HIGH.
While on the bus, Dylan left directions to the spot he had reserved for me.
Cute right? Well, just a little.
The only problem was getting there in this state.
Come on Camila.
As I drew closer, the cheer squads from both teams well cheered at the top of their voices, each side eagerly praising their boys.
With my heart racing, I could barely take two steps without a rethink.
If I skipped the game, I would not get a heart attack while watching but the thought of what's going to happen to him will haunt me either way.
If I don't, I'll end up twitching in my seat while being paranoid all through 90 minutes.
I wanted nothing more than for the next few hours
Crystal OduwaSooooooo what do you think? Dylan is overreacting in my opinion
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