An Elephants' story
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  • Hora 1h 26m
  • LECTURAS 887
  • Votos 22
  • Partes 18
  • Hora 1h 26m
Continúa, Has publicado mar 14, 2019
They say elephants have a good memory. And it is true, i know everything from birth to where i am now. But having a good memory also means i remember every bad thing that happened to me in my life. Sometimes those memories change you. For the better or the worst. Let me tell you who i became. The memories and events that changed me into who i am. I am the elephant female with a story.
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