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Quiet
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Ongoing, First published Aug 13, 2019
Quiet..
Scared..
Alone..
Confused..
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Meet Ariel, your average shy and quiet girl..
It's always been this way, ever since she was three years old.
Now people have forgotten about her because she doesn't speak, doesn't have any friends, doesn't go anywhere, and avoids anyone and everything.
But there's a reason behind her being quiet...A reason no one but family knows..
A reason....that a random boy next door...finds out...

But what happens..when she finally speaks?.
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