The white cage
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Last published Mon, Oct 2, 2023
The first lady of USA is the pure symbol of beauty, grace and gorgeousness but inside of this beautiful goddess there is a huge sadness... what's really happening with Her husband the president of United States?
Note : it's a fictional story, I respect The trumps and everyone, I just wanted to write this story !
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