Frequent Customer | Sparkling Cookie x Vampire Cookie
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Last published Tue, Apr 6, 2021
A bat-blooded young man's vision is blurred and stirred by something other than the grape juice he washes down time and time again, and a bright bubbly young bartender seems to have taken a mutual feeling whilst behind the stick.
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