Kitten ||| m.e
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Última publicación mié, ene 27, 2016
"aw, you as weak as a kitten.. I think I minus well just call you kitten." He whispered into my ear, as he pushed me into a a wall filled with lockers.
"I may be stronger then you think!" I argued
"Whatever you say kitten."
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