A little girl learned that fairytales are lies.
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My Air(Completed) #Wattys2016
Short StoryWithout air you can't live. We need air to breathe. But once I read that the air is a poison which slowly, but surely, kills us all. ~~~~ My name is Ari,short for Aria,my whole existence concentrated in 3 letters.If you play a little bit with them...
Once upon a time
A little girl learned that fairytales are lies.
