Story cover for Library Misfortunes by Romanticallyme
Library Misfortunes
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    Tempo 1h 52m
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    Votos 85
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    Capítulos 19
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    Tempo 1h 52m
Concluída, Primeira publicação em set 29, 2016
This a story about a boy, Gabe, who just can't stick to the routine. Ending up between a shoot out between two mafia groups. And you know what he says? He says, "I forgot my birth control inside!' 
      Yeah, he isn't the smartest out of the bunch, or the luckiest.
      
      Gabe ends up meeting Blaze Engel (like Angel), the leader of Bloody Angels. These two couldn't be anymore different than a dolphin and lettuce. But, that IS how you keep things spiced up. Am I right???
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