Triplets by Martina Holekova

It was one of those days. She just could not catch a break.“No, no, no, not today.” Jenna looked at time on her phone once again, still walking briskly down the street. Almost hitting he street lamp, she rather stopped to write a message to let Ellen know she’s running late for today’s dance class....

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