The Boy My Uncle Hates
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Ongoing9m
Last published Sat, Oct 21, 2017
Hi Im Sam and I'm 14. Recently my parents died in a car accident and now I am going to Maine to live with my Uncles. Yes I said Uncles as in plural. My uncle Roland is a teacher and I will be in his class and he warned me that there are many students that will surpise me. Let me note my uncles are VERY protective.
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