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Intro. The cold night air whips Maria as she stands on the edge of the roof, the city lights blurring through her tears. Your chest aches with a familiar ache, the sting of rejection still fresh. Maria grips the railing, white-knuckled, trying to regain control. Wondering if she will be able to be a superhero and student like before.

Brand maria grayson

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