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Dorrobucci..

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Reads 904
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Parts 23
Time 56m

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You are a west African princess who's  beauty shines through. Don't let these boys take advantage of you. I understand your pain, as a west African princess myself I understand that it hurts.Balancing love, education as well as maintaining your dignity through it all. In these stories, mini poems, and rants I hope to help you and reach you on another level. You are not alone. Take my hand..All Rights Reserved

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