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Stalker Alert

Stalker Alert

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Apr 27, 2018
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She is the reporter The juicy gossiper And The Crazy Stalker Arianna Bolt is a crazy teenager who fangirls about the littlest things. She is a 17 year old senior high school girl in Westbound High. When she comes across a few mysteriously hot popular people in her school, she goes all out in taking every little detail about them and their life. Some say she is crazy, others say she is delusional. But sometimes things are not all they seem. And sometimes, crazy is the new awesome.
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