Aroma Tawos.A broken orphan
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آخر تحديث: خميس, يونـ ١٦, ٢٠١٦
Literally, I know this is crazy! But stuck in a city with nobody..... of course except your friends. Crazy huh?
So ye-ah meet me, Aroma Tawos. My diary is not fiction! I mean no magic! So yeah, no Pottery allowed (Harry Potter) Look it is like that I am an orphan and I have just my aunts as my family. But sometimes you have to trust the right people.
All of it started, when me and my friends were going to a museum...... and an evil guy, turned Karachi into a desert, somehow.......
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