Kenzie Nimmo - you call the shots - Kenzie Nimmo

Kenzie Nimmo - you call the shots

Reads 47
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Parts 4
Time <5 mins

Reads 47
Votes 7
Parts 4
Time <5 mins

Never Change your self to fit in with the world. If you change yourself to be with a certain group of people then that's the wrong group.All Rights Reserved

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