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Well the Door's Not an Option

Reads 160
Votes 18
Parts 6
Time 40m

Reads 160
Votes 18
Parts 6
Time 40m

We've done a lot of crazy shit. Honestly it's a miracle we're not in jail. We suck at being genuinely nice people. So of course the one time we are, we somehow find ourselves best friends with the biggest gangs in the city. None of us are surprised.All Rights Reserved

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The Streets

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