Finished My She-ra Rewatch And I Am Once Again In Shock By The Fact That The End The Show With Adora
finished my she-ra rewatch and i am once again in shock by the fact that the end the show with adora literally bringing herself BACK FROM THE DEAD and saving the entire universe purely to get some pussy.
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