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Kik. [Destiel]
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- Parts 4
MatureOngoing<5 mins
Last published Sat, Dec 9, 2017
dwinchester: yo, is this that kid from my science class? the one with the blue eyes, nerdy classes, and is quiet?
cnovak: ...
cnovak: possibly.
「warning; cursing, posse triggers?」
「lowercase intended」
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