ึด เฃช๐คโ ๊ณ เนเฃญ โญ ` ๐๐ค๐ฃ๐ - ๐๐ก๐๐๐จ๐๐ง - ๐๐๐ก๐ก๐ค๐ฌ๐จ โโโโโโ ๐๐๐๐จ ๐๐จ ๐ ๐๐พ!! ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ง๐๐๐ก, ๐จ๐๐๐ก๐ฎ. ๐๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ๐๐ ๐ค๐ฃ ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ก๐๐ฃ ๐๐๐ฃ๐ฃ๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐. โโโโโโ It was in the afternoon on a thursday, they should be studying for their test, but instead Milo and his band is playing for his friends their new song in the basement. You were there. Milo had always had a thing for you, the way your hair bounced and the way you talked, but he was too shy. You were out of his league. But he wanted to impress you. โThen what am i supposed to? Quite the people pleaser, if only i could please her.โ He sang, his eyes closed. He sang his feelings. He wanted to please you.
011 Milo McCourtney
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