The Werewolf's Vengeance
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Última publicación vie, may 31, 2019
Being in pain makes us stand up and face the world with a confident face.
"I'm back, and I'm gonna make sure that you pay for your debt" She said.
Dati makikita mo siyang nakangiti, pero ngayon you will see her smiling like a devil.
She used to tell brutal jokes, but now when she say something, she mean it.
Why did she suffer? Despite of all that happened to her, she managed to rise.
Now she throwing him the words he was hunting for.
Pero sabi nga ng iba dyan, Weak people revenge, strong people forgive, wise people ignore.
What will she choose? Vengeance or peace?
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