Asphodel ↠ H.S.
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Last published Mon, Feb 8, 2016
Holland is wrestler at the beginning of her career. Harry is a popular rich person. One day they met each other and he proposed she the bet. He will help her with career and make her professional wrestler. She will be with him every night after winning. But everyone has their own plans about this bet.
- You are my asphodel.
- Asphodel? What is that?
- It's a flower which can bring you to oblivion.
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