Avengers - inna historia !

Avengers - inna historia !

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Last published Sun, Apr 2, 2017

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- Ona ,samotna ,on ma wielu przyjaciół ale od pewnego czasu nie układa mu się z żoną ,dzieci ich tylko łączą ! Polska inny kraj niż zwykłe kraje ! Dom zwykły jak każdy ,w nim rodzina dlaczego ta rodzina nie wiem a tak sobie wybrałam ! Jestem inna ,tak mnie przezywają ,nie lubiłam sukienek ,nigdy ,wiem o tym ,tylko spodnie ,niebieskie ,czarne ,albo zielona ,i wtedy nazywają mnie szalona ,ale ona się taka nie czuła czuła się samotna !

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