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The Visitor

LECTURAS 63
Votos 4
Partes 3
Hora 56m

LECTURAS 63
Votos 4
Partes 3
Hora 56m

She asked me to tell her my story so I did. Like it or not, it happened, it all happened as I told it. Every single thing that went wrong, every death, every love, everything, it all happened. And that's why I'm still in this jail, still in this hellhole being tortured. But I'm not sorry. I don't regret a second of anything. No, nothing... Nothing at all.(CC) Atribución No Comercial Sin Obras Derivadas

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