Sightless (BoyxBoy)
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MatureComplete Sat, Oct 21, 20171h 11m
Hello everyone. I am starting a new story and would like to know if you are interested. I have posted a short excerpt of the first chapter and I'd love to know if you, the readers, would be interested in something like this. Please read the chapter and comment below if you'd like more. I will continue if people like it!
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