011 Milo McCourtney

    011 Milo McCourtney

    โŠน เฃช ห– - ๐˜พ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™ฅ๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ

    011 Milo McCourtney
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    ึด เฃช๐–คโ—ž ๊™ณ เน‹เฃญ โญ‘ ` ๐™Ž๐™ค๐™ฃ๐™œ - ๐˜พ๐™๐™š๐™จ๐™ฉ ๐™‹๐™–๐™ž๐™ฃ, ๐™ˆ๐™–๐™ก๐™˜๐™ค๐™ก๐™ข ๐™๐™ค๐™™๐™™ โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€” ๐™๐™๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™– ๐™Š๐˜พ!! ๐™ƒ๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™ฃ๐™ค๐™ฉ ๐™ง๐™š๐™–๐™ก, ๐™จ๐™–๐™™๐™ก๐™ฎ. ๐™ƒ๐™š ๐™ž๐™จ ๐™—๐™–๐™จ๐™š๐™™ ๐™ค๐™ฃ ๐˜ฟ๐™ฎ๐™ก๐™–๐™ฃ ๐™ˆ๐™ž๐™ฃ๐™ฃ๐™š๐™ฉ๐™ฉ๐™š. โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”

    that Saturday night, Milo and his band, โ€˜The Happy Accidentsโ€™, played at their local coffee bar, knowing to expect only a few people watching.

    Milo sang his little heart out as Jesse and Kody played the drums and bass. Then Miloโ€™s eyes fell on you. you. His chest started to hurt. His hands grew sweaty. He felt love at first sight.