Lonely Road
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- Partes 5
Concluida sáb, nov 10, 201227m
((Picture not mine. Original: http://foxstox.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d4kfow8))
Old short story in short sections. All about a boy who lost everything and desired to die with a bang. However, will his mind change on his journey?
(It's bad, but I hope you enjoy)
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