Bewitching Rebecca Patricia Armstrong (GP)
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"Is she mine?" Freen asked with shaky hands watching the little kid playing on the playground. Her hair cascade on her shoulders, her eyes were brown, Freen's brown ones and her prominent nose is as of Becky's.
Becky glared at Freen, her anger raging out of her chest. " She is mine alone Freen! You were never her mother!"
PS: Freen is a hermaphrodite in here, hermaphroditism is a case wherein a woman develope a male genitals along her development.
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