Bullied, Abducted, Mate/s!?
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I'm pip 16 years of age. I'm not all
that smart but I love painting and artsy stuff, plus sports. I'm nothing out of the ordinary, just a plain teenage girl. until that night. That night I will never forget.
Warning: steamy content, some swearing and some gory scenes
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