Never Trust The Skylight
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Contenu pour adultesTerminé sam., janv. 16, 2016<5 mins
This is a short story (PG.13) I wrote about a creepy stalker expirience. This story is not real!
Enjoy :)
And remember, the best things happen in the dark ;)
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