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Mayor of Scraptown
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Завершенная история, впервые опубликовано авг. 16, 2023
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A short story that takes place in the post apocalypse.
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Elle est marocaine. Il est algérien. Elle essaye de le fuir. Il essaye de la suivre. Elle essaye de ne pas tombée amoureuse. Il l'est déjà. Elle a peur pour lui. Il a peur pour elle. Elle veut pas ressentir. Il ressent pour elle. Deux âmes sœurs, mais un monde à dos.