To many questions Blaise Zabini <3

To many questions Blaise Zabini <3

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"You're fucking suffering Faith" "You make me feel things that all my life I've been told that's it's wrong but why can't I stop" Is there a such thing as to many questions? Faith brooks loves questions Blaise zabini answers them for her sake How can faith brooks and Blaise zabini change things in each other's life? Will it be for the better? Will they love happy ever after? 🔞 A lot of Violence ,sexually explicit things and mention of drug, Alcohol, rape and abuse This is my first book DONT go hard on me :) PLEASE DONT READ IF YOURE SENSITIVE TO ANY OF THOSES TOPICS
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