Ayla was a victim of that war, have been included in the lists of candidates of that party had become, automatically, the target of any contrary squad. It was his name, his hair and those who betrayed their identity, all marked by a deep copper color.
She was known as the girl with freckles, in honor of crowning her cheeks and her skirt that used to populate the flight. The love of the same high-waisted had established itself as one among the ranks of the glamor of the time.
In that country, which was no name to anyone, she was persecuted.
Before all this revolt, the revolution of the rich wealthier and have more fighting still had to dive into that gutter to survive.
Luck, fate or policy had been erected as a figure of authority in the parliament, which had become easy prey to envious comments she was accused of being just the scapegoat for this risky plan.
His first contact with that world, primarily male materialized the first afternoon of spring in the snow that did not stop until May. Blue played that afternoon, as if that's going to make you feel safer. He stumbled at the first step of the congress and become flushed to see if anyone had seen her laughing discovered. Picked up their roles as dignified as he could and when I would emulate his hated Cinderella, he walked past her without even looking. He then went to the strangeness of hatred, should have approached her to help her, but that dress wrinkle should be a sacrilege.
It was late and had to run again, the rush to the flooded and was surprised by entering the site that had fought to be. His blue and she sat in the fourth seat in the third row and after verifying that that number, 7 had taken his first day, began to listen.
you surprised then at her, as if nothing more than there would have interested him except her, her ponytail and blue. And he knew he wanted to kiss her, though he did not know his name. I just wanted a hug.
She, and her blue.
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