the greek rebound
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Última publicación jue, jun 9, 2016
" oh well" she sighed as she looked at the gravestone in
front of her, which says " Paris
Mentosan, 1980-2000, The man Broken by a woman " , and then she looked at
the grave beside paris
' Helen, 1980 - 2040 , The woman who had found happiness, yet it broke someone'
(BY:SWEET_HALO & BEATRICE_PRIOR38
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[2] MOSKAL, the despicable ✓ [Editing]
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"what are you doing here" she asked staring at him with disbelief. he came forward looking at her with anger. his jaw clenched his eyes darting back and forth from Iram to an old man with her "what happened to you "he almost growl looking at her and she flinches from his sharp tone. he takes deep breath. "answer my question, love . who hurt you " he asked firmly yet gently. he slowly grabs her chin . holding her in place . observing her bruises closely. she stares at him with tears in her eyes.
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