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My Gangster Bestfriend

My Gangster Bestfriend

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, Jun 25, 2018
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Fantasy
"Gelay,panu nato? May nagawa na naman tayong kalokohan" sabi ni Jalexcel Habang ako,ito lutang parin. Pano ba kasi may nagawa kaming kalokohan kainis kasi nung mga schoolmates namin eh,kala nila 'di namin sila papatulan? Pakyu sila! Wala akong pakialam kung papagalitan ako ni Daddy "Hey?, are with me?" Sabi na naman ni Jalexcel, kainis tung babaeng to. "Ano sa tingin mo? Diba nandito pa ako? Kaharap mo nga ako,dba?!" Pang papa pilosopo kung sabi. "Shut up gelay! Nahihirapan na ako dito!" aniya niya "Bakit cel,ikaw lang ba ang nahihirapan dito? Ako rin naman!" Tsk! Oa nitong si jalexcel!
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