Searching for Laura
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MaduroConcluída sáb, ago 8, 201515m
Years after she disappeared, Dan tried unyieldingly to reach the love of his life through song after countless song. He had no idea where she had gone and why she left. He simply knew that he could not forgive himself for letting perfection slip through his fingers. Now he vows to find her if it is the last thing he does
To the ends of the earth, let the journey begin.
Searching for Laura
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