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Perfect Agenda 2

ActsofArt

Published: Mar 5, 2015

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page 1: fav.me/d8kj1on

page3: Perfect Agenda 3

I seriously hate that bench

Writer's note: I personally do not condone smoking at any age, Abbey is a fictional character whose actions do not in any way represent me except in a superficial way.

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