My world of texting
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- Chapitres 14
En cours d'écriture26m
Dernière publication mer., juil. 12, 2017
Many people text, they usually talk about how their life has been or talking about where they want to meet up. But my world of text is much different from others. Get ready to experience what it is like to text in my world of randomness
Ps some of these events that will be mentioned in the story has happened in reality
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