“My name is Elle. E-L-L-E.” She spelled it for me. I already loved her. She had the right amount of sass, her mother’s sparkle, her grandmother’s smile, and probably generations upon generations of heart. Three generations of beautiful here.
“My name is Elle. E-L-L-E.” She spelled it for me. I already loved her. She had the right amount of sass, her mother’s sparkle, her grandmother’s smile, and probably generations upon generations of heart. Three generations of beautiful here.
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