Dear BRETTMAN
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- Parts 3
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Last published Tue, Jun 6, 2023
Where are you Brettman? It was supposed to be a nice treat yesterday but you left.
Where are you Brettman? Are we playing hide and seek?
Why Brettman? I love you but you dared to leave without any trace.
Tell me Brettman, How are you? Are we going to see each other again?
My Dear Brettman, wait till I find you and let's play this what we called "Blood between Pain."
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