Death Grip (On-going)
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Última publicación mié, mar 27, 2024
I had grew up without my parents. I don't even have any idea how they looked like, but I didn't bother anymore. Why? Eh kasi wala na sila, ano pa bang magagawa ko diba?
But aside from this little fact which I considered so deep as an ocean, there lies a secret that changed my unthrilled life...
"Stacey, you are a gripton."
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