Strawberries and Cigarettes (a klance fanfic)
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Última publicación lun, may 20, 2019
I know y'all are tired of this shit, but sorry.
"Can we at least be friends?"
"Just friends. Got it?"
"Got it. But do you really just want to be friends?"
"Umm... I-I..."
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