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As promised, a realistic story - no fantasy =D For now the rating is +16, but even I'm still not sure about the next chapters, so I may need to add some GENRES and WARNINGS here and INCREASE THE RATING. My authorship, please do not copy!;3
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11 de janeiro de 2012
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11 de fevereiro de 2012
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