Convalescence
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- Partes 2
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Última publicación dom, jul 31, 2022
Anastasia Acker is the puppet of her instincts. Like on of Ivan Pavlov's dogs she behaves the way she was thought to. Even if the rational part of her brain struggles in a rebellion her life is totally under close control. Anastasia was raised in a wealthy environment but she wishes for is being normal. Once her own Ivan Pavlov turns "the light on" she is back "where she belongs".
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