PSEUDONYM 01
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𝐏𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐘𝐌 𝟎𝟏
ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ/ᴛᴇᴇɴ ғɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ/ᴍʏsᴛᴇʀʏ
ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ʙʏ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲:
In this world we living Winning is everything the most superior in this world is money and nothing else Hello there I'm John mark feliz Garcia Grade 7 student from HIA a highly intelligent school where intellectual matters.
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝕻𝕬𝕽𝕬𝕯𝕺𝖃
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