The Delicate Art of Spying


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  1. NeoRock23 February 2015 at 21:07

    Fantastic cap.

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  2. Viola25 February 2015 at 00:53

    Take a note of the main post. It affects your blog: http://www.worldoftg.com/

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  3. Miss Simone1 March 2015 at 21:28

    Love how you set this up. It's very well executed. I also LOVE the source image for the story. Grand work.

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