Alcohol, love and lies

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Alcohol, love and lies

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When I opened the door to my room, in addition to the usual floral scents, another unusual smell stood out among the scent of flowers. Something a little stronger. And that scent wasn't my only uninvited guest of the night.
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Só mais uma pessoa aleatória que acha que sabe escrever. Anytha Bnight | 22 | ♓ | RJ BR Avatar: Alcor/Ureu Mono (Devil S...

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