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“Oh, you’re beautiful” she whispered tuning the paper over in her hands. It was a piece of paper. Oh no, i know what you’re thinking. It was a very… individual, lets just say, piece of paper. Ariel, for that was what her name was, couldn’t decide for the life of her wheter it was transparent or filles with colors. If it wasn’t see-through, then those colors, those beautiful, gleaming colors had no pattern, nor where there different colors. All the colors, but none of the colors. Oh yes, this was a very special scrap of paper indeed

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