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„Sorry to tell you Ms. Glass Girl, I know who you are.” I grinned and pulled of her mask.

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The first party was three years ago. Three years ago, he first met her. Brooklyn had no idea who she was, even after dancing with her for three years now. Her mask hid her complete face, except her stunning brown eyes.

*based on Conor Maynards 'Glass Girl'*

Copyright, BrokebutBrook, April 2015