My crush and a Gang?
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Última atualização seg, jan 21, 2019
~After at least 195705 centuries were arrived at...!
Wait where are we?
I noticed how we got in a different neighborhood and next thing I knew Joey was gone.
Fuck, how am I gonna get home!?
It was about 5 pm and i don't know where I am!? The only thing that's here is an abandoned house in that Joey probably disappeared in.
But the thing was, I was pretty sure there would be no electricity in that house.
I'll just try to make my way back home now because this is getting way to scary.
I turned around and saw a chest. A clothed chest don't worry.
My eyes moved from the chest to the guy's face.~
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✅𝗧𝗲𝗺𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 | 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗧𝗮𝗲𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗴
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