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Twin Play House

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Parts 5
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Reads 186
Votes 6
Parts 5
Time 59m

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Dear mark,
A creepy cursed house, an almost dead widow, a weird set of servants, a totally annoying celestial spirit, and a messed up version of me, is what I have inherited ever since I left the orphanage.

And to be honest, I wish that it was you who has given this enormous amount of head ache fuel instead of me.

But sadly, I'm the one stuck trying to actually figure out what the hell going on in this mad house.

Well, see yah around. That is if I actually mange to make it out alive.

*sigh* I hate my life sometimes.All Rights Reserved

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