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The Real Life

The Real Life

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Paranormal
Olá, eu chamo-me Anabelle mas os meus conhecidos personalizaram o meu nome para Bella. Tenho 16 anos, sou morena com o cabelo pelo rabo encaracolado e castanho claro e tenho os olhos completamente negros. Vivo em New York com os meus pais,Patrick e Luana e com o meu irmão de 8 anos Kiko. A minha vida é uma autêntica porcaria! Sou gozada por praticamente todos os da minha escola por não ser a gaja mais linda de todas e por ser muito diferente das típicas adolescentes da segundária.
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