Ali was also born in Morocco, in Marrakech. He was big, one of the rarest gingers you'll ever see in your life and had beautiful eyes, a mix of blue and green eyes. He didn't look like a Moroccan, even thought he was one. Well he wasn't totally one, but that's for the rest of the story.
He came to France at 12 years old for political and family reasons. He was freaky as hell, but that is clearly understandable, when you know about his past. He met Her when he arrived to school on February, he was new, obviously.
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The Story of Lives
General Fictionthis is the story of many souls, nothing else to say i just need to write all what is living in my head since two years, english is not my native language
