A WareWolf's Pet
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Last published Sat, Oct 31, 2015
Hi I'm Abigale,my mom is a
WAREWOLF I know you wouldn't believe me but its true,the prophecy see when I turn 16 I will be a proper warewolf,pshhh who believes in that prophecy,but let's just find out...........
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