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A Maid For Your Best Friends’ Mansion

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Lisez le roman A Maid For Your Best Friends’ Mansion écrit par l'auteur That_Harem_Writer publié sur WebNovel. Hinata needed a summer job. Kageyama lived in a mansion with a bunch of lazy asses who needed a maid.“Hey Boke. I can give you a job.”“Hm. How much will you pay me?”“A grand a week and £100 for anythi...

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Hinata needed a summer job. Kageyama lived in a mansion with a bunch of lazy asses who needed a maid. “Hey Boke. I can give you a job.” “Hm. How much will you pay me?” “A grand a week and £100 for anything extra. Your own room and fully paid meals.”

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