little bird
Jude Melodylittle bird
Jude Melodylittle bird
Those born in Meteoro do not exist in the world. It has no records. It has no rights. It just has the name. And Kanaria sometimes thought of her name, her only identity.
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"Let us die young or let us live forever." Quem sou eu: Otaku Escritora Gamer Amante de gatos Não necessariamente nessa ordem....
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