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To me,it's like I stood in front of a canvas for about five years, and someone said like, "You're not allowed to paint on this canvas." I've got the paint, I've got the fucking brushes, and I can't get it on there. Now someone removed the plastic and was like, "Alright, you can now paint."
Capitolo 1 | NIGHT CHANGES|
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