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She is My Mate
The next day, Lysandra was in a good mood when she woke up. She was smiling broadly when she prepares for school, and she looked at herself in the mirror and decided to curl her hair since she really feels beautiful at that time. Every day, she would just tie her hair in either ponytail or bun. Now she wanted to curl them as she thinks it will look cool in her uniform. She had just curled the last portion of her hair when there was a knock on her door. “Come in!” she chirped. The door opened and Fiero came in. And when Lysandra came out of her walk-in closet, Fiero was surprised to see what his sister looked like. “What’s the occasion?” he asked as he only see his sister curl her hair if there is an occasion. “Nothing. I just want to curl my hair and be beautiful.” She answered. “Ly
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