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Bandage Love

Autor: NlyEsro
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Lee la novela Bandage Love escrita por el autor NlyEsro publicada en WebNovel. A seventeen-year-old boy who's looking for someone's love in his tragic life. He will witness the true definition of life and love. From the girl that he will meet that will make his life change ever ...

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A seventeen-year-old boy who's looking for someone's love in his tragic life. He will witness the true definition of life and love. From the girl that he will meet that will make his life change ever since he'd lost someone special for a long time. Meeting her was just the beginning of the story, what much more if it's the end? Note: I'm not a native speaker and photos are downloaded in any social media app or site. I don't intend to claim or tell it mine.

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