Just my weird LIFE
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Última publicación mié, dic 7, 2016
Hay ich bin Sydney Lithgow, 14 Jahre und eine kleine Chaotin. Außerdem verliebe ich mich immer in die falschen Typen ...
Naja bei der Anzahl von Bitches und Spasten an meiner schule ist es auch echt schwer.
Ich werde euch an meinem verrückten Leben teilhaben lassen :)
In welchem Vicky & Magdalena , meine besten Freundinen , übrigens auch große Rollen spielen.;-)
Über die Charaktere.... erfahrt ihr mehr wenn ihr unsere Geschichte lest ! ♡
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