“Where did you get that pendant?” she asked, almost inaudibly, and when she heard the answer, she nearly fainted.
“Where did you get that pendant?” she asked, almost inaudibly, and when she heard the answer, she nearly fainted. Octyabrina had always felt that her name was as if stitched from someone else’s cloth—rough, prickly, and not her size. What kind of oddity was it, really? All around her were ordinary girls with ordinary names—Lenas, […]
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