Maggie loves playing with fire. Well, whatever meaning you're thinking about. Her eyes shining in curiosity, she crossed her legs, watching the fire burn in her hands, without hurting her. She liked being alone, although she did appear pretty extraverted. She then heard a noice to her left, so she smirked, looking at the stranger up and down Well, aren't you a pretty little thing? Are you sure you belong in hell, sweetie? I don't think so.
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