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The story and characters belong to me, but I don't intend to profit from it. Contains a bit of homosexuality. If you don't like it, don't read it! Sorry for the bad synopsis, I'm not good at this!
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Scheda tecnica e aggiornamenti
Prima pubblicazione
4 de setembro de 2012
Ultimo aggiornamento
4 de setembro de 2012
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Português (Brasil)
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