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Summer Breeze
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Ongoing, First published Apr 19, 2018
Mature
Snow Grayson planned to spend her three-month long summer vacation watching Netflix, scrolling through Tumblr and taking pictures of everything in her city-including herself.

   Snow's parents,however, had other plans. She wasn't really a social person, though she talked to four or five kids if she needed to, nothing more. When Snow learns that she has to spend the summer with her grandmother, whom she didn't really know, she bets that she's in for a boring three months. 
  
      Turns out, that Snow's wrong. Just kidding, she was right...it will be boring. Or will it really?Of course there's always someone to bring some essence....a certain one of a certain gender.....

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