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Andréia Kennen - Escritora Yaoi Sobre Mim | Publicando desde 2007 | No Nyah desde 2009 Minha página no Face —> 28.10.2016: Ouçam minha...
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“This is a story that deserves not just one, but every possible recommendation, but since I can't give all the recommendations it deserves, I'll just give one. This short story was made for all those who like good writing, but which is not exaggerated and which is extremely easy to read, and also for lovers of our folklore and yaoi. I'm a little - read: very - suspicious to talk about since I'm immensely passionate about yaoi and Curupira, but I'm trying not to sound amateurish with this. The writing is light, calm and sweet and leaves you wanting more, in a good way. So: what are you waiting for to start reading?”
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