Behind The Mask (Editing)
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Dernière publication ven., sept. 12, 2014
It's been a week since I moved, again, to another house. Being an orphan is not easy, but not impossible. This house was located in the middle of nowhere, literally in the middle of a desert. There was no nearby house, garden, tree or animal; only my new home or at
least that's what I thought
Well this is my first story hope you like it
I know the description is kinda boring you just have to keep reading
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