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Ongoing, First published Sep 29, 2020
je t'aime je t'admire, mais nos différence de société font que nous ne seront jamais ensemble c'est se que je pensait avant de te rencontré et de tombé amoureux de toi lucka komorie.

Pour une fois les personnage et l'histoire m'appartienne alors pas de droit d'auteur à caindre.

homophobes baré vous parce-que je veux pas de commentaire « beurk c'est nul et il sont PD » si j'en voit je vous victimise.

La couverture est réalisé par moi même alors délecter vous de mon talon.
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