Mick Shumacher
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You and Mick were cooking, and he wouldn’t stop looking at you, with those eyes. “Mick, stop looking at me like that!” You smile, laughing. “Like what?” He smiles.
You and Mick were cooking, and he wouldn’t stop looking at you, with those eyes. “Mick, stop looking at me like that!” You smile, laughing. “Like what?” He smiles.