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♡ Dannah♡ :
my new pet peeve 😝
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my new pet peeve so cuteee😝
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PRETTY 😍
2024-12-28 05:31:19
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Mae :
New pet peeve unlock✨😍
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you're my idollllll now
2024-12-28 01:51:24
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Your so pretty!
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>BASTA AKO SI GILIANA< :
y'all saying "new pet peeve"when you guys are jealous bcuz of her beauty,and what did she even do to you⁉️
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