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Fight Me. [ON HOLD]
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Last published Wed, May 14, 2014
Black leather jacket and a crop top under. The tightest black jeans made in history and black boots with steel buckles. Doesn't really sound like the girl of your dreams, does it? Not until you manage to break those walls. But that's something only one person can do. And you also have to pay the price.
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