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She wasn't Nadine, she wasn't Megumi, she wasn't Angelica. She also didn't make jokes about living in wonderland like Alice, but far from being like Anésia, or repeating Beatriz and Bianca's initials, or Andreza and Andressa's familiarity. However, sometimes it was perceived as the meaning of Cecília's name, blind to the characteristics that made her different from Cristina, never worse than Fábia, dreaming of an Anastasia who would make her feel like Jaqueline...
Which of those names was enough for the girl in the corner of that party?
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