On a Sunday

On a Sunday

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Romania has been messing for a very long time. Iceland just wants to know want happened to his lover and he just wants answers. What happens when a girl who looks exactly like him stumbles inside the meeting room? Follow along as the slowly help Romania regain her memories and slowly uncover what happened to her.
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