Life as an Aquarius kid
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Ostatnia publikacja pt., kwi 28, 2017
This is basically the the story of my life. All of my public embarrassments and achievements (not that I have any...) and a lot to laugh about! Drama, trauma and things that had me and my friends creasing. It's life as a flipping Aquarius kid.
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