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Profil ansehenMeu nome é Maria Eduarda tenho 12 anos sou branca de olhos escuros e meu cabelo é castanho claro não me considero nenhuma modelo mas quando...
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Capítulo 1 you will never have me
Capitulo 2 isso que você vai fazer é errado
Capitulo 3
Ta tão na cara assim ??
Para de fazer isso
É isso que você mais gosta em mim
A viajem ?! Odeio avião !
Ciúmes ? um pouco, bella ? o que ta fazendo aqui ?
Odeio te amar !
Mensagem anonima !
Vilu doente !
Sem ideía pra titulo :/
Tem certeza que ele te ama
Capitulo 14 isso acontece quando to sem ideia pra titulo
Ai meu deus por favor acorda
Greve de Beijo ?
Quem é ele ?
Ele ou ela tem Capuz Preto // Perdida // foda-se a Greve
Briga na Floresta And TPM
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27 de junho de 2015
Zuletzt aktualisiert
11 de setembro de 2016
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Português (Brasil)
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