The Toxic Stranger
- LECTURES 29
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- Chapitres 2
Contenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture<5 mins
Dernière publication mar., juin 14, 2016
I was evil and no one could make my cold soul feel a thing till he came along. His charming and loving personality, his childlike yet mature soul, and not to mention that he legit looks like an angel from Heaven. He is curing my cold heart... He is toxic but yet I still choose to love him.
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