The Collector's Farewell
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  • LECTURAS 1,037
  • Votos 66
  • Partes 12
  • Hora 7m
Concluida, Has publicado sep 08, 2012
Editing this entire story to convert it into poems that Bree did out of their names. I'm sorry for changing it but I just want to evolve from this quirky hopeless romantic to a one-track minded realist in Bree's perspective. Plus, I think it's better to be a bit ambiguous about the tracks and their identities, anyway so here you go. :*
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