Flashlight (l.s.)
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- Chapitres 9
I thought we've finally got it all. But even in my wildest dreams I couldn't imagine what happened next. It is like a nightmare I can't wake up from. You know that feeling? It is the same but much worse. You'll never be able to understand it, 'cause you haven't experienced what I've been going through...
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