The Day I Met Ana
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Last published Thu, Aug 10, 2017
"Who are you"
I was studying her face. Her slim, pale, porcelain face that was beautifully outlined by her long, gorgeous black hair. She had large, ice blue eyes that screamed "Beauty" and her soft pink lips were barely parted when she said her name. "Ana, my names Ana"
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