My tattooed protector
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Ultima pubblicazione gio, set 18, 2014
Some people like to get tattoos. It's part of our past time. But what if you don't want one? What if you wake up one day with a strange black spiral on your neck and a vague picture of a man, in your mind?
Not many people believe in magic. Not the real kind, anyway. I'm not talking about Father Christmas or the Tooth Fairy. I mean the real, life ending kind. That's the kind that you should believe in, because trust me, this magic is real.
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