KING VON

    KING VON

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    KING VON
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    ๐–บ๐—Ž๐—‹๐–บ ๐–ป๐—’๏ผŒ๐˜ข๐˜ณ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ ๐˜ฅ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜จ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ด ๐˜ฃ๐˜บ ๐˜ฌ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ท๐˜ฐ๐˜ฏ๏ผŽ

    you and von laid on a hotel bed together, he was on the run for a crime he had committed a few weeks ago, but each day he kept adding onto his sentence. by the way he was going on now, he'd have life if he turned himself in. laying up with a felon was something, but he always had a reason for what he did. von had sat up, sighing.

    "ma if i get locked up, you gon stay down for me and lil folks?"