The Wolf Under A Sheep's Skin (One Shot)
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آخر تحديث: خميس, يونـ ٣, ٢٠٢١
We all have our darkest secrets and we can't deny that. It either be something evil, something embarrassing, or something that's just out of this world. We all wear our own sheepskins and there is always a part of us that we can never share even with the people we trust the most. It's a secret that only we, ourselves know but being taken over by it is a different story.
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