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The text is entirely my own, the sentence at the end of the drabble belongs to Janis Joplin
Statistiche della storia
Scheda tecnica e aggiornamenti
Prima pubblicazione
7 de maio de 2011
Ultimo aggiornamento
7 de maio de 2011
Stato editoriale
Completata
Lingua
Português (Brasil)
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