Resemblance (Harry Styles Version)
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Last published Sun, Oct 9, 2016
Physically? Perfect resemblance.
Emotionally? Not a single bit.
The first time I laid my eyes on her, my heart rage against my chest.
Not because I fall in love at first sight
But because of how my cock reacts at how the way she seems to have a perfect resemblance of someone who captivated my heart. Who cage it with her little bare hands, only to drop it in flames of hell.
This is a story of love, with a twisted secret that will threaten the happy ending they'll suppose to get.
Find out what the secret, find out what the story.
Find out if love truly conquer all.
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