STARBOY
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Apr 13, 2018
"Hey could you get off of me! You are literally freezing cold.Why the hell are you so cold,anyways ? "
"Well you see,I have the perfect explanation for that,trust me . "
" Which is ? "
" I am dead "
English translation🖤
Permission take from the original Greek author @evelinetrue
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