Last Nite
Meg is a shy girl until I decided to go to a nightclub where a band that she really likes would be playing, even though she hates to mix with other people, until there comes a time when she meets a much older guy, and I couldn't stop thinking about him. ~Julian~ I'M TERRIBLE AT SYNOPSIS.
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