Little Mars
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Ongoing, First published Feb 26, 2014
Read it and find out :) 

-kaitlyn

p.s
I'm not longer updating this and will probably be deleting it from wattpad. I know what it's like when someone deletes a fic that you really like and it sucks so I'm going to leave this story on tumblr at @littlemarsff. People I know in real life are starting to find out that this exists and that is not a good thing. Also I have almost lost 100% interest in Bruno. He went away for a very long time and there was nothing. I've moved on to bigger and better things. I'm sorry for the inconvenience. There i really do love the hooligans <3
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