Harangozó Eufrozina

Harangozó Eufrozina

why hate ourselves if we can be happy as well?
Harangozó Eufrozina
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"Well, I can turn into a dragon!" She squeaked, her tiny kitten eyes glaring up at me in defiance. OR: "Seeing as I am a ghost, I could simply fly away.