rayman
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Last published Fri, Dec 11, 2015
do you know abut rayman yes good well how did rayman get his hands so far away from each otter they said a kiss from a fary did it but i think thers something more than that i think something something inside was the purpose becueas i am not the create so i don't know. Now lets see all we know abut rayman his hands are pop out of him we all tink is a game but rayman maybe in the inside wants to burst and kill but in outside he is cool and play full we don't know why and why is he a child game .Just why does it have to be like this its just to creepy and just why DID THIS HAPPEN. Tell me if you want more
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