ᑭᗩᑭᗩᖇᗩᏃᏃᏆ (Completed)
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  • Reads 5,319
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  • Parts 8
  • Time 1h 57m
Complete, First published Jul 24, 2021
"မင်းကဘယ်သူလဲ ဘာလို့ငါ့​နောက်​လျှောက်လိုက်​နေရတာလဲ"

"ကျွန်​တော်ကဘယ်သူလဲ...အင်း...ကျွန်​တော်ကိုဘယ်သူလို့ထင်လဲ"

"Paparazzi"

"ဒါဆိုလည်းPaparazzi​ပေါ့"
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