Jaida °•In my heart Is a christmas tree farm°•

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The wind tossed her curls about her face, a golden halo. She was beautiful. I’d always known she was. It had irked me before, but now it unnerved me. This stunning creature was to be my wife, and I felt a bumbling oaf in comparison. Such was her poor luck.
A Game of Hearts
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