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Thinking about that I immediately created another Identity for myself that would go well with me in the future, deciding to use that from now on as I also liked it, and after that I said. "No my full name is Aizen Vee, but I'm half american and half asian, my friends call me Ai and that's why the name."


"so that's why... " Ella said smilingly not knowing what else to say, with beatiful long dimples showing on each side of her face, thinking what to say to continue the conversatio ...

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