There's A Monster In My Closet!

There's A Monster In My Closet!

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Jazzlynn or Jazz for short, is a normal girl. She's not ashamed of her background.One night as she was watching T.V. with her father the news report a guy that ran away from a crime scene with a gun, what happens when that guy is right infront of her face? And he begins to talk about all this mating thing? How will Jazz handle all this? How will she cope with everything? And how will she take it when she finds out something about her that she herself didn't know? Well, stop reading this and go and find out!
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