My Angel Has Good Music Taste
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- Capítulos 7
Elliot, your classic player, does not like coffee. He hates it, actually. But when rain starts to fall, he needs to take cover somewhere. A coffee shop.
Just as he's getting comfortable, there is this very, very loud voice that belongs to the smallest girl in history. Will this be the girl to change the player into a true lover? Probably, yes. But it seems like that isn't the only thing she is..
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