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THE MORE SNAPSHOTS Nya considered from her life, the less convinced she was that is   was anything more than a fever dream.

It was only 4:30 (pm, how dedicated do you think she was?), and so far, a organ destroyed in an attempt to surf it down the corridor, a gladitator match with oversized alters and crosses being used, wasn't something she'd be able to tell anyone and convince the it was the truth. Seriously, if my life was proposed as a pitch meeting, it would have been rejected for being too unrealistic.

So you have a movie for me?

《 Yeah it's about this lass who experience these disasters that make no sense, and involves a lot of Britpop..

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Supposedly, choir rehersals were to be peaceful and tranquil, but to be honest, her church choir made the  Hunger Games look like a game of Wii boxing. The only religious doubts she ever had was when she was singing with them. She wasn't sure if that counted for why she loved it so much.

𝐌𝐈𝐗𝐓𝐀𝐏𝐄➳𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗻Onde histórias criam vida. Descubra agora