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Our Story (ON HOLD)
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Ongoing, First published Dec 30, 2013
I'm Mary Jane Robinson, but you can call me MJ. I live in Malibu, California and I'm a camp counselor at a summer camp called Ace. There I met an amazingly talented guy, Damon O'Neil, who lives in a small town somewhere in North Carolina. Anyways, we instantly became best friends, but, of course, summer sadly had to come to an end and we both needed to leave the wonderful place called New York City and return home. Would this be the last time I saw Damon, or would he return to my crazy, hectic life? I'm MJ Robinson, he's Damon O'Neil and this is Our Story.
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