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Dec 2014
She wasn't just beautiful, she was complicated, with a strong mind. She was fierce, and barely slept at night. Coffee was her drug,  and wine her exilir. She wasn't just talkative, she had something to say, something that mattered.
Styles
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Styles  NYC
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