Shot Stars
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- Chapitres 4
En cours d'écriture1h 29m
Dernière publication dim., mai 12, 2013
Shot Stars is merely a collection of shot stars revitalized. The stars were wished upon without the person's knowledge but the stars weren't strong enough to shoot far away and so they landed in someone else's grasp. And that is me.
Someone made them, and someone just thought they were too good to not come true even if it isn't the world of the wisher.
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