Cold || Edwards Styles ||
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Última publicación lun, oct 14, 2013
cold
kōld/
adjective
lacking affection or warmth of feeling; unemotional.
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When a teenage girls goes on a camping trip with her friends, it soon turns out to be a race for their lives, but she soon finds she is already in the hands of the devil himself.
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