This is the story of a girl. No, she did not cry a river and drowned the whole world. It is not that kind of story.
She was not the most beautiful girl in town or a princess of some faraway land. She cannot sing the birds off the tree, or dance more gracefully than a swan. Neither had she skin as white as snow nor long locks of blonde silky to the touch.
That makes her pretty uninteresting, no? So why are we talking about her?
Well, that's because it's my story. The story of how a girl's half empty cup became filled.
lol it's so cliche but if i'm ever gonna write a book I hope it'll begin like this C:
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