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A little warrior rebel with the soul of an angel in the body of a sinner.
it had that stale dead and dyin’ smell. Counted the stairs as I took
“A true fallen angel, too bad for heaven, too good for hell, stuck on earth like a living divinity.”
my man. He turned to me when the bath was set to running and declared, “You can wash my hair first. Like
