Like Heaven (Miami Heat)
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  • Reads 521
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  • Parts 17
  • Time 29m
Ongoing, First published Mar 14, 2018
Hazel Gray was born and raised in Miami. A huge fan of the Miami Heat. She never expected anything BIG to happen in her life. Everything changes after just one game. But not good things come out of it. Good, bad, the confusing. But it was more her friend than anything that got her together with the unexpected. But how does everything change so suddenly??
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