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Missing my Boy – Next Door

He doesn’t really live next door. But he’s the boy next door type of guy that’s why I call him that. I met him in a bar. It was my birthday that night and after the party I decided to continue drinking and went to a bar with one of my colleagues. That’s where I ...

 

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