Some clouds don't rain
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Última publicación vie, jul 16, 2021
The state of being rare is not rare at all.
Hebi, the girl whom deprived of life's most necessity. Water. Thinks everything she was limited to was already ordinary. She thought she already has the peace to live when they fled from all the doctors who took advantage of her condition but their family doctor who spread about her disease had her followed.
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