The Devil's Daughter (on hold)
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The first time I saw her, in torn denim shorts and a navy blue crop top, swinging the keys of a red Ferrari, her beautiful dark hair swinging back and forth, I thought she was an Angel, sent from the heavens to save me.
The Devil could have chosen no better form.
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