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Morning Sky [Harry Styles]
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Ultima publicare sâm, noi 16, 2013
The morning was clean and colourless. Wispy clouds stretched across the horizon like dainty fingers, and as I walked, a light breeze tousled the hem of my running coat. Then, I punched Harry Styles in the face.
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