Veins Filled with Caffeine Poison.
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Concluida mié, dic 18, 20245m
"Hello, welcome to- " They began with their business smile, but a male dark voice cut in between.
"To Morning Star how can I serve you." The man chuckled. "Come on, you don't even recognise your regulars sweetheart?"
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