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Yemerej onghWhat'd you think about Mallory and Malakai's love story?? What'd you think about Malakai's personality? Leave your comments and I kinda rushed this episode so please forgive me if you find any grammatical errors and don't fail to point them out😊😊😊 Thanks for reading ❤️❤️❤️
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