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Continúa, Has publicado nov 16, 2016
WIP will be updated regularly! 
Possibly NSFW in later chapters but NOT YET

When your life needs some shaking up, who better to do it than someone who in no way wanted to do so? When you're bored, what better way to get through that than the fear of death? When you feel common, how about keeping your life, the sole reason being someone thought you special? How about leaving the library you work at and start your own private one? Oh wait, what's supposed to happen in this story again? Maybe I forget.
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