Wonderland
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Última publicación dom, feb 24, 2019
"You make me feel different. Like I can do anything," I whispered.
He laughed. "You can do anything here," he said.
I frowned and looked away. "That's the scary thing. It reminds me that I'm only dreaming of an impossible wonderland."
He grabbed hold of me and leaned down. "My dear, nothing is impossible."
And with that, I woke up.
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