Heathens
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Nem sempre os cavaleiros vêm numa armadura branca montados no seu impressionante cavalo.
Por vezes vêm em casacos de cabedal, calças rasgadas e botas montados na sua Harley-Davidson (ou em macacões laranjas e algemas).
E é isso que os torna especiais.
Mas toda a gente sabe o que acontece com eles... Quem brinca com o fogo acaba por se queimar. Principalmente, se "ele" foi a causa da morte da irmã dela.
2016 †
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ESTÁ FIC NÃO E MINHA! NÃO TENHO CRÉDITOS POR NADA! E APENAS DE UMA AMIGA E EU OFERECI ME PARA PUBLICAR NO MEU PERFIL
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