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darkromance enemiestolovers romance slowburn stalker

No God. No religion. 

"You claim to hate me but you crawl back to me every time. Keep crying out for your God. You'll learn quickly he can't save you, my little bat."All Rights Reserved

darkromance enemiestolovers romance slowburn stalker

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