There she was, with her well-brushed white hair, which made her the most different from the room, and again with her gray cassette that looked like an 84-year-old grandmother, she held her new book that was about a girl who did not could leave the house because of an illness, and his blue eyes that had a shade of purple always paying attention to the teacher, and you know why I know all this about her? for the simple fact that she is Maya Blanc, the girl you like to live, the girl with the "strange" hair white, or maybe even the girl from the crochet doll, the girl who loved to live ..
even though they have only a few days to live.
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