So.. The girl's name is zimra. Go figure. She loved her name, and she loved to befriend others. She also was young, not even a teenager. She was 11.
Everywhere she went, she would always be hugging something.
I'm sorry but all I can think of at the moment is bout this.
Except something else stuck in my head I don't want to mention.
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