Takashima Arem - Okay, WTF?!

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Takashima Arem - Okay, WTF?!

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Macho Uruha is a samurai, and like every afternoon, he calls his friend Reita samurai for tea afternoons.

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Não tem muita coisa pra falar sobre a minha pessoa u_ub Quem  me conhece sabe! Quem não me conhece não sabe 8D (Não diga..¬¬) Amo fic de...

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