No Sight No Sound
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Última atualização sex, nov 24, 2017
My name is Argo Juno and life has been swell for me, I say it and I mean it. I have been given the gift of music, art and dance, but I was never granted the gift of a voice. And so the world seems a little more dull, growing duller until I've only been able to see black and white, maybe i need this change of pace, to look after someone who needs me, in a quiet house in a quiet town, to care for someone who doesn't see the world at all.
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