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Genius Born In Flames [COMPLETED]
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Contenido adultoConcluida vie, nov 9, 20182h 7m
Ranked 33 #darkthemes
Kelly Ferreira at the tender age of four saw her father get blown to bits in a lab explosion. Tragically, her mother also died in explosion. Kelly somehow survived gaining only a scar on her right wrist. Kelly's Aunt Allie takes her in and changes their last names to Lorino and move to Cailifornia since they are both wanted by government. She lives with her aunt and as she grows it turns out this lab explosion affected her more than first thought.
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