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Visceral
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Ongoing, First published Mar 13, 2017
Mature
Rebecca Jackson is a teenager who wants to get through life without angering her parents. 

Raven Daniels is a member of a motor cycle club, that deals in drugs and women. 

When their lives entwine, they discover that there's more to life than what they'd experienced...



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