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Dernière publication mer., juin 20, 2018
"I don't know how much longer this can go on."
SHE seduced him. Lured him into her trap.
She had him wrapped around her finger; unaware he had something of hers too.
Her heart.
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R E S T R I C T E D | A Tale Of Love That Tests
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