DIAGNOSI D'AMORE
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Last published Tue, Jul 3, 2018
Mia Finnigan ha sempre avuto tutto quello che una ragazza possa desiderare:una migliore amica, una famiglia che la ama, ottimi voti a scuola e un ragazzo che farebbe qualunque cosa per lei.
Thomas Davis ha solo un obiettivo nella vita:vendicarsi di coloro che gli hanno rovinato l'esistenza.
×e quando i miei occhi incontrarono i suoi, accadde qualcosa, qualcosa che ancora oggi non riesco a spiegare×
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