Impassive

Impassive

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Rayne Bowen was a happy child, but a tragic event happened that scarred her for the rest of her life. Now at the age of 16 she's emotionless. You can barely catch her a with a smile on her face. With the new boy in her neighborhood getting so close her emotions are jumbled up. Unexpected events occur that mess with her life and fuck with her emotions.
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