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83: Zero Odds

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Elena’s POV

Sophie… I’ve seen her in all shades of beautiful, from her innocent moment, effortlessly pretty moment, I mean, she’s got pretty genes in her veins. But seeing her this hot… DAMN!

“Sophieee…” I pout and take her hand as I playfully twirl her.

It's hard grasping the fact that she’s all grown up… no longer the little pink baby I once hovered around so no one gets to touch her, not even my mum without permission.

A big smile rests on my lips from the hilarious memory.

When she was a
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