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Ver perfilPrazer a todos meu nome é Willian, mas sou mais conhecido como Ikari ou Ikary, recebi esse apelido por causa do meu vicio em mangá e em cult...
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-> Participating story of Nyah Fanfiction's October 2022 drabble challenge on facebook, —> Original plot, characters and situations by me. —> Cover made by me using Canvas using Google images. —> Plagiarism is a crime.
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1 de outubro de 2022
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31 de outubro de 2022
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Português (Brasil)
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