lifes changes (smut)
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so im just gonna say this isnt good but its not bad either i honestly tryed to come up with something interesting but my brain isnt working right this year i have alot going on but ya know i TRY PEOPLE I TRY..OH and warning to the young readers out there about to read this book if you think love is icky then this isnt the book for you. ENJOYYYY!!!
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