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C A M R I E

C A M R I E

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Romance
C A M R I E isang ordinaryong pangalan lamang para sa lahat. Ngunit hindi nila alam na maraming lihim at kahiwagaan ang napapaloob doon. May isang simpleng babae na nagngangalang camrie. Sa pamamagitan ng kanyang salamin ay naitatago nya ang kanyang tunay na pagkatao. Ngunit magbabago ba ang lahat sa pagdating ng dalawang lalaki sa buhay nya? Sino nga ba silang dalawa sa buhay ni camrie? °°°°°° Please support my story just vote and comment. Book cover by :Kbluescript
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