Laughing Stock

Laughing Stock

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mié, ene 22, 2020
Dunno yet, just found a random photo in my camera roll and decided to use it because why not flip the old saying of don't judge a book by it's cover?
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My name is Rolland and I grew up in an orphanage in the middle of town. I've lived here as long as I can remember. I always tried to ask why me or any of the other kids were here but the woman who ran the orphanage just answered by holding up a sign saying 'I'm busy. Go play, Rolland.' After my eighth birthday I stopped asking. Besides, I think I already knew why my parents hadn't wanted me... I was completely deaf. (This will NOT be a super perverted book, even being bxbxb. So if you are looking for that, go elsewhere, k! I'm here for the story and a bit of horror and romance mixed in!)

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