PARTICULAR TASTE
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Last published Tue, Jan 1, 2019
Per chi è interessato a una storia senza freni inibitori.
Per chi ama ma non vuole ammetterlo.
Per chi sogna, viaggia e spera.
Ehy!!! sono Fab, sono alle prime armi con la scrittura e ho molta fantasia. Spero che la mia storia vi piaccia!
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