Mr. Styles
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Last published Tue, Jul 24, 2018
Quem diria que ela seria tudo o que ele procurava nos livros.
Quem diria que ele seria tudo que o coração dela procurava.
Seria uma pena se o amor deles fosse proibido.
(Essa história foi inspirada na fanfic americana "Mr. Styles" sobre um professor de história, decidi traduzi-la e reescreve-la por ser uma fanfic que me chamou muita atenção com um tópico que achei muito interessante)
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