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FIGHTING IT
FREDERICK'S POV I walked slowly with my hands in my pockets all set to guide my uncontrollable toy soldier from committing any attrocity as I got to the entrance. I slowly opened the door praying for her not to be there so I could as well run back to my room and hide there till Joan returns. I poked my head out to see her sure enough seated at the bench in the front porch patiently waiting. I gritted my teeth and sighed deeply. What is so important that she had to see me when Joan isn't around? Is she trying to seduce me again? Well, she shouldn't be blamed if it comes to that. I started it. If I had just minded my c**k on that first night, it wouldn't result into this. I slowly walked out and shut the door behind me. She stood up immediately she saw me and smiled. Oh Go
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