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Attempting to Write: Andorra

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He saw Charlemagne less and less, it seemed. But eventually, he didn’t see him. In his place, a buffer of land. He was unable to claim that instead, there was already this feeling that a presence was there. Indeed there was, a young girl, presumably there was a personification of the to-be nation. However, when Antonio had first met her, she was a young girl, the daughter of one of the chiefs who ran the then city-state that separated France and Spain.

Spain and France didn’t know how to deal with the girl, and she was on her own for a long time, occasionally she learned from her neighbors but then and to this day she remains, incredibly sheltered.