Long time no see
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You see Xaden Riorson? That cold hearted man that doesn't express his feelings and that's joyful as a grave. Well imagine that this guy has a sister. A little sister. And well...she is quite the opposite. When he lies for safety of the ones he loves, she lies for fun, when he is never expressing his emotions and stay cheart closed, she cries when she sees someone crushing a ladybug, when he is serious and focus, well she is making fun of everyone and take everything lightly. Her name? Mary Riorson. Same year as Violet Sorrengail it's been 2 years she didn't see her brother ans she intend to make up for lost time.
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