The Streets
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Anna was thriving for a new change in her life. An a adventure, a new beginning, a new end. *Note that this is not a infamous story or about it. I just got inspiration from it and it inspired me to make this story. But it does require some similarities from it. Please read it and enjoy, I would love to make more!
I created this when I was 12. So, basically last year. I copied and pasted it from Fanfiction.net. So, it's a work in progress. Making a few changes on and off. So, yea. (=
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