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After bathing, Flavio appeared some comfortable clothes and left the shower towards the table where he could see the cold food served while Tania was at the computer and her little brother playing with the cell phone.


Tania who was using the computer turned to see Flavio "To be a god you take a lot of time in the shower Flavio, so the food got cold I hope it doesn't bother you.


By the way, 5 organizations want to contact you, a French occult organization under a person n ...

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