Target of Passage

Target of Passage

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"What will you do, if you'll meet someone accidentally in a wrong way?" I asked my bestfriend. "You don't meet people by accident, there's always a reason. A lesson or a blessing." Piper said *** She don't know, that the time she opened the passage, it also the time that her heart will be opened. Will you still open it and be the targets of passage?
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