Chapter 4.
He got out of his car, parked in a secondary road of the usual tree-lined avenue, and turned around the building to find the club’s entrance. By the hotel’s entrance there weren’t policemen at the moment. He had got out of home an hour before and said goodbye to his artist, locked in their cellar with a lot of new ideas to put into
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Are you trying to win the "first comment award"? xD
Thank you for being so loving <3 ^^
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I got it right?
Cos I get it mostly anyway! SOOOO SEEE I LOVE YOU THE MOST!
GEHEHEHE
Im sorry
I have a headache and can't read the fiction at the moment but Im slowly working on it
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Im just glad its a finished fic that only needs translation
At least that way plots dont play around :D:D:D
I love this too much and my heart is beating fast
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