Who is Elle?
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Who am i? I am Elle whenever i'm on the dance floor, a party animal and a bitch. I like wrecking relationships, and what is the reason behind that? A reason called NOTHING. Just like others i'm enjoying my life to the fullest. But ofcourse the moon will never be stay awake forever the sun will still goes up, and i'm telling you i'm not elle anymore, Ellise is the name, a hard-working girl, everybody likes her, and her smile makes her more attractive, a genuine smile just like an innocent baby girl. She's the girl in every man's dream. Everyone will do everything just to have her. But elle and ellise is a one person, elle is just another side of ellise and that's because of..
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