I Hate That I Need You So
In a white hallway where there were several paintings hanging on the wall, one in particular caught my attention, it was a photo of Shiroyama Yuu with a guitar in his hand and a charming smile on his lips. Since when did he play? And since when was he that handsome? I just smiled looking at the photo. - He liked? a familiar voice asked. "I've seen better," I said cynically, turning to him. - Let's make a Deal? -He asked me looking serious. - Do I agree with you? - I asked in a mocking tone. This was definitely not going to work.
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Por motivos de força maior (lê o nyah proibindo a postagem e fics de bandas e etc), irei mudar para o http://animespirit.c...
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