My Dear Little Psycho

My Dear Little Psycho

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Stephanie Orville live alone after her parents died a few years back. She and her best friend, Alice La Fleur, live a pretty secret life were they do the most crazy things. One night the girls get a scary phonecall were someone says that they are going to die. These girls has never been more excited in their whole life. As the assassins are coming, the girls are ready to fight and see more blood being spilled. Their Psycho minds has been waiting for this.
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