Danielle Smart
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Last published Sat, Feb 28, 2015
Who knew that a girl from a small town in Washington could feel so trapped in her world.
She had the family, friends, and a great life. But is that the life she wanted?
No....
Dani is her nick name, sorry to say but she is my favorite person. Pure... Well try's to be, she has big dreams that she thinks won't come true, but let me tell you a story of breathe taking moments, fun and exciting things, adventures and memories of tears.
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