The Story of a Worm

The Story of a Worm

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WpMetadataNoticeÚltima publicación mar, nov 27, 2018
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How can a girl named Worm live a life worth telling? It may not be in the ways she'd hoped. Ela Flukes, nicknamed Worm, has a sad life. Her parents are dead, she doesn't have any friends at school, even her own grandmother is happy to be rid of her when she's pushed into going to a college across the country. While at University her roommate and only friend helps to push her into the adventurous lifestyle she's always wanted but back luck follows as details of a mass murder are revealed and stalker ex-boyfriends find their way back into Worm and her roommate's life.
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