The designation

The designation

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, Jul 12, 2020
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Action and Thriller
This story is based on Acluna's life but in a different story frame. She battels against a friendship she doubts is true, but still pushes on trying to make things better. However, things don't seem to work like expected. Her friend seems to be imprisoning her for some sort of hate she has against Acluna, and it seems to get worse and worse. {With Acluna playing Maluca and Kelma- staying unidentified}
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