The little bear locket
- LECTURES 61
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- Chapitres 5
En cours d'écriture15m
Dernière publication lun., mai 8, 2017
His hair was short and freshly trimmed. Brown with a hint of blonde at the roots. His eyes gleamed a dark green in the sun light as he pushed his hair to the side using his hand. His muscles moulding into his shirt like a body builder. I'd never seen a boy like him. We exchanged glares and he winked. I felt my face going a series of reds and pinks, oops.
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