" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲- " "Gray?" "Yes, My Hope?" Without Hope, she is hopeless.Hak Cipta Dilindungi Undang-Undang
" 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲- " "Gray?" "Yes, My Hope?" Without Hope, she is hopeless.
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