ME, HER AND THE PURGE
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Contenido adultoConcluida sáb, feb 16, 20194h 34m
"Moon, what are you doing ?"
"I'm gonna purge Ian I have to get my revenge "
"You won't do this, No you're not like this "
"They made me like this "
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A girl moved from Canada to New York hoping for a peaceful happy senior year but things changed after she met a group of people who destroyed her,changed her..made her do things she mustn't do, so she decided to purge...but she has a hope, a light which is love but will love change what will happen ?!
Warning: This story contains graphic content, violence, rape, and cursing which might be triggering for some readers so be careful.
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