Last Kiss.
Argh, I don't really know what's killing me. Whether it's my damn heels or the fact that I'm lost in a forest. I know, who gets lost in a forest? Nice to meet you, Caroline... The girl who can't go a minute without doing something stupid. After I found out I had cancer, my life was a disaster. I really didn't know what to do, so I decided to travel. Of course my mother didn't accept it at first, but she knew I couldn't take the pitying looks. But what I didn't imagine was that on this little trip I would meet an incredibly unbearable guy - Niklaus, or Niklaus. Of course I call him Niklaus. Vampire? Please, this is only in horror stories... - How I wish I was wrong about that.
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HELLO, PESSOINHA LINDA... O que faz por aqui? Senta ai, vamos tomar um cafézinho e comer um pão de queijo. -qqq. (?) Bora lá... Deixa eu f...
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