All Seven Trials
- LECTURES 31
- Votes 4
- Chapitres 4
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture12m
Dernière publication lun., févr. 1, 2016
It was a normal day, in my normal high school, in my normal third period math class. I was sitting in my normal seat, leaning on my normal desk, gazing out of the normal window, or at least, it all seemed normal... (on pause... writing block)
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