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The Morticians Obsession
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    LECTURES 105
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    Votes 2
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    Chapitres 13
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    Durée 1h 11m
  • WpView
    LECTURES 105
  • WpVote
    Votes 2
  • WpPart
    Chapitres 13
  • WpHistory
    Durée 1h 11m
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement mai 29, 2017
A lonely and twisted funeral director named Azazel falls in love with a young woman. Alva first feels the same about him, but later changes her mind once convinced he's been following her. During his days in the marine corp, he developed PTSD, along with triggering another mental illness hidden in his genetics. He starts to feel that since he was taken as a prisoner, it would be alright to make her one.
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