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My secret problem

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LECTURES 18
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Chapitres 2
Durée 6m

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I have a problem...

I am born with something special that no one can believe so I just keep it to myself.

Some people wish they could be like me but it really is a problem.

.............I can see ghostsTous Droits Réservés

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