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26: Deoxyribonucleic Acid

Author: The Dream Elixir
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After the lapse of a long period of time, comprising of unbearable anxiety, ludicrous and sinister tension dominating the atmosphere amongst me, someone who was supposed to be my past, and someone who was supposed to be my future. Whenever we were together, Dan was always trying to suppress his smug grin yet throwing surreptitious glances my way occasionally and death glares at Mustafa every other minute.

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    14/08/2020. I wanna be the one to woo you honey,

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