The Bookshop
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Concluida mar, ago 4, 202048m
Hi,
I don't think we've met but based on your choice of literature I think we would make great friends :)
-T
Her eyebrows raised,
'very well, two can play at that game' she reached into her backpack for a pen and wrote on the back of the paper
"I think we would :)
-E
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