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Are you scared of love

Are you scared of love

éllãh cütïëï

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He said he doesn't love me , but .... What do I see in his eyes

Chapter 1 First meeting

Chuks

I was coming back from the mall when I saw two people fighting, I didn't see the other person cos he was turning his back on me but I saw a man in his early 40s he was harrasing a boy that seemed to be around 20 or so I stopped to know what was happening but suddenly the boy fell down and starting crying, the man spat on him and matched him I rushed over immediately and helped the boy up and questioned the man " sir why were you beating him and he said" this ungrateful bastard took my money and ran away" I was shocked but I asked him " how much " he looked at me and grinned and said " 100 dollars " I told him that I'll pay him back and I gave him the money and

He he left after he left I carried the boy in my

Arms and left .when u reached my house I cleaned the boy up and took a good look at him he looked cute he seemed to be about 20 or 21 I took him to my roomed and laid him on the bed because he was sleeping and went to the kitchen to cook something cos I'm living alone

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