We will never be the same
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Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture3h 16m
Dernière publication mer., août 28, 2024
Hi I'm Ben Grimes or Benjamin whatever, and well my life suck since the people started to eat other people, weird right ? Well it's been a couple months my dad died or well I think he did so now I'm in this shitty camp with my little brother Carl my mom and my dad best friend but he's more like the guy who fuck my mom and think no one know but yeah... that suck
Andrea is the one from the comic book not from the serie
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