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Diana putri ravindra,
DIANA, Adalah Murid Baru Kelas X-IPA 2 Di SMA Pendekar 1
Diana Mempunyai Wajah Yang Sangat Cantik Muka Natural Tanpa Make up,Bibir Nya Yang Tipis Berwarna Merah Muda,Kulit Putih,Hidung Mancung,Dan Alisnya Yang Cukup Tebal. Jadi Tidak Heran Kan,Kalau Diana Di Sukai Oleh Seluruh Warga Sekolah?Dan Jadi Bahan Omongan Orang-Orang Julid Yang Sirik Akan Ciptaan Tuhan Itu.hehe
Tapi Di Balik Semua Itu,Diana Rumit Di Dalam Dunia Percintaan,Why? Ya karena Diana Mempunyai Tingkat Baperan Yang Cukup Tinggi.Jadi Sangat Sulit Untuk Menemukan Lelaki Yang Benar-Benar Mencintai Dia Tanpa Sebab.
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