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the day we first met : version [ enhanced ]
by Noobsuper2648
this is a enhanced version of the novel [ the day we first met ] ------ a young man from rasagi high school and a young woman from the same school met alone in a warm day.a story about two young kids falling in love and getting together.but how ? let's know !! read now.
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