The Magic Mirror
Blodeu-samaThe Magic Mirror
Blodeu-samaThe Magic Mirror
Ruki teaches Uruha a Halloween prank, but does it really work?
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Vedi profilo...Can you Keep a Secret?... “Escrever é a arte de sentar o traseiro numa cadeira.” - Sinclair Lewis Talvez não seja tão simpl...
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Uruha, conhece a brincadeira do espelho?
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3Gazeboys are not mine, obviously. Notes: One of the fics from the special “HALLOWEEN”. A big drabble, published with another small drabble and a short story, all for Halloween. This joke described is a British legend, in fact, which said that if a girl looked at the bottom of a well through a mirror on Halloween, she would see her lover's face in it. Idiot, just like the fic, but I didn't want to let the date go blank.
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Scheda tecnica e aggiornamenti
Prima pubblicazione
30 de outubro de 2008
Ultimo aggiornamento
30 de outubro de 2008
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Português (Brasil)
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