My book was about A girl that had no mirrors in her nana's house. Her beauty in everything was in her eyes like the rising of sun. She never a thing about her. Because the beauty in everything was in her eyes like the rising of sun. The noise in her nana's hallway was misic to her the tash in the hallway the rubbish cushioned her feet. She only knew love and shes never knew hate.
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