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Can Dostum!|Yarı Texting
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  • Parts 3
  • Time 5m
Ongoing, First published 4 days ago
3 new parts
Simay, gerçekleri öğrenmek istiyorsa okul partisine gitmek zorundaydı. 
Anonim ne biliyordu?
Doğru sandığı hangi yalanların gerçeğini öğrenmesi gerekti?

0534***:  🌝

Simay: kimsiniz?

0534***: Bir insan evladı

Simay: Vay canına! ciddi misin sen?

0534***: Niye bu kadar şaşırdın?

Simay: Tanışıyor muyuz?

0534***: Tanışalım 😉

Simay: bakın ne istiyorsunuz, eğer söylemezseniz gerçekten engelleyeceğim.

0534***: iyilik yapmak isteyen bir yabancıyım sadece,

0534***: ve tabiki karşılık bekleyen bir yabancı aynı zamanda.
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