The yay99 Diaries

But he waltzed in Irrespective – long, greasy, black hair, drained eyes and dull apparel; a bright yellow sleeping bag slung in excess of his shoulder along with a white scarf all over his neck. He let the sleeping bag fall to the floor, the comfortable thud filling the silence.Past year, the entirety of Mr Aizawa’s class A graduated. But this

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