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Ver perfilAntes de qualquer coisa eu quero pedir MILHÕES de desculpas a cada leitor. Imensas desculpas pelo sumiço, e me vejo na obrigação de dar uma...
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Poem all mine. It only talks about a cliché form of the most cliché feeling there is: love. ^.^
Estadísticas de la historia
Ficha técnica y actualizaciones
Primera publicación
30 de novembro de 2009
Última actualización
30 de novembro de 2009
Estado editorial
Completada
Idioma
Português (Brasil)
Colecciones de lectores que incluyen esta historia:
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+16•2257 palabras•Histórias originais•Misterio•Suspenso•Terror•Darkfic•Deathfic•Horror
Our father that is in heaven
TP•553 palabras•Histórias originais•Drama•Poesía
From: Sasuke, To: Santa Claus
TP•368 palabras•Naruto•Comedia•Romance•Yaoi•Shounen-ai
Simple Cruel Game
TP•350 palabras•Histórias originais•Drama•Poesía
saloon table
+14•1474 palabras•Histórias originais•Acción•Drama•Romance•Songfic
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