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The rounds so far were being either very funny or amusing. The bottle was spun once more and that's how my fate was drawn, at the hands of the wicked Katie Holt. In the final round – at least for me who was practically naked – it fell to Katie to ask and I to answer, seeing her macabre smile I could tell that I was screwed. "Well..." Pidge began, pretending to scratch his imaginary beard, as he thought about the challenge he would give me. In front of me I see Lance widening his eyes and opening and closing his mouth looking for the right words.
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View profileUm observador silencioso das almas e um arquiteto de mundos alternativos. Encontro na escrita o refúgio perfeito, onde posso dar voz aos sen...
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