Unforgettable<3

Unforgettable<3

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Puó sembrare banale dire che Annelore, la protagonista di questa storia, non è affatto una ragazza come tutte le altre. Ma é così. L'amore incondizionato per la musica. Sara proprio la sua particolarità a farle incontrare una delle più grandi opportunità della sua vita... Ma sarà sufficiente per permetterle di realizzare il suo sogno di brillare sotto i riflettori con un microfono in mano? Who knows.
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