My Wife The Contract Killer
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Dr diary smile I am a player, yes a 21 year old man smart but still a ass hole attractive but still aggressive intelligent but still a Moron but a fond love i meat a girl that stole my heart literally. I Morey her and my life changed to a living shit hole. reason way she stole my heart but could not change me game how I all mouse forgot she is a high rank ex soldier slash sniper slash contract killer how did I find out wall that's another story.
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