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Missed Call

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Reads 1,216
Votes 132
Parts 17
Time 48m

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He called.

She didn't pick up.

She missed the call.

She missed him too.

Air wears anime statement shirts while she trains to be a soldier of Marx through reading his works with her thick square-rimmed glasses to go against the oppression of Dom, the stoic and cold. But often Air let Dom conquer since he buys her food.All Rights Reserved

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