Ayannah Miles, the insensible daughter of Vegas. No other colors can define her, no other than black and white. Black because of pain and misery. As useless as the color of white crayon but later on, she realized that those colors are colors too. That without black, no color has any depth. That without white, a masterpiece has no highlights. All she has to do is to find her own appreciation, it's him.
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