𝘼 𝙧𝙖𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙇𝙪𝙭
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  • Parts 8
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  • Reads 123
  • Votes 24
  • Parts 8
  • Time 39m
Complete, First published Jan 02, 2020
Mature
𝘛𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮. 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯?

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