It's Me, Harmony (An O2L FanFic)

It's Me, Harmony (An O2L FanFic)

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Little does the internet world know, Ricky Dillon -the famous YouTuber- has another sister; Harmony. A few years after a traumatic event in Harmony's life, she goes to school for the first time in years. She meets friends, enemies, and finds a special person. Drama follows, and things change. But for better or for worse?
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