Anne Shirley Cuthber
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You walk through the library silently, it seems empty there. But you see Anne at the end of the hall. Her flaming hair drapes subtly over her hand-me-down robes. She seemed concentrated on her book
You walk through the library silently, it seems empty there. But you see Anne at the end of the hall. Her flaming hair drapes subtly over her hand-me-down robes. She seemed concentrated on her book