There was something luminous about her, she was mysterious, peaceful, and seemed happiest at night in a crowd.
The Common
The common have the happiest of lives, lucky in friends and in humanity.
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There was something luminous about her, she was mysterious, peaceful, and seemed happiest at night in a crowd.
The common have the happiest of lives, lucky in friends and in humanity.