Father!America x Suicidal! Reader
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Última atualização sáb, nov 21, 2015
WARNING! dark, blood and Curing.
If you are sensitive to this subject people to not read!
this is to show a different perspective..
Alfred Jones, a grate and caring Father of a 16 year old girl. that girl happened to have Depression and keeps it hidden with a smile. her Father feel's something is wrong..
America/Alfred F. Jones does not belong to me,
You belong to yourself
but the story belongs to me. I hope you enjoy the story!
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