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I can't keep up with him, he walks fast, his body -- is made for crutches.
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
[ I can't keep up with ]
I can't keep up with him, he walks fast, his body -- is made for crutches.
Novel "Reddende engel" ("Saviour", 2017, Renate Dorrestein), chapter March 11th 19:15 Collection "Old sore"
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May 14, 2025
May 14, 2025 at 4:11 AM UTC
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