I can't make art but my hair smells sweet and my lips are soft and I can make your insides rot. I've always been a masterpiece.
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e·ter·ni·ty əˈtərnədē/ noun infinite or unending time. Gianna's 16. Cayden's 17, soon to be 18. She's...
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