Long live Technology
About five people were missing when a familiar figure approached. It's always nice to meet people you know when you're alone, at least that's what most people think I think. With me it works a little differently, I don't know if it's because of my shyness or the simple fact that I want to be alone.
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Gosto de histórias com bons personagens e diálogos marcantes, pra mim não há a necessidade de algum acon...
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