My Sister, Sister, Sister...

I was once a novelist who was looking forward to the future, but now I am living in a house that is just a handful. I have to write, but the enthusiasm for writing has long been lost. One day when I was bored every day, my friend (Jane) of Sukjep (exponent) comes home. Jane pulls the hair out of her face with a sweaty face on a hot summer day and sits on the front door. When I saw Jane who seemed innocent and innocent and sexy, my heart was rocked ...

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