Hello! I'm Paris. I'm short, with shoulder length platinum blonde hair and I have a bunny named Chew-Chew. I think I'm forgetting something....... Oh, that's right, a chicken is the reason I'm dead. You heard me, dead. D-E-A-D. Whatever, you get the point. I'm now a guardian angel/phantom/ fairy god-mother, or, at least I think. Point is, this is all the chicken's fault, I blame it. But, It's not all that bad, I get to meet other cool un-dead people but seems I came at the wrong time and I've been told, we're all gonna die. But aren't we already dead? Copyright 2021
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