Survival or death
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Last published Wed, Oct 19, 2016
Salut je m'appelle Thelma et aujourd'hui je vais vous racontée mon histoire. Je fait partit d'un monde de gang , de tueur à gage. Et je partage cette aventure avec mon frère et tous mes amis. Mais il y a une chose qui va me poser problème. Comment survivre dans ce monde sans cœur...et aujourd'hui vous aller me suivre dans mon histoire
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