I Think I Love You?

I Think I Love You?

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Wed, Jun 5, 2019
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Blake Rogers grew up with her older brother in the foster system. She went through many people leaving her making it difficult to let people in and to only trust her brother. Lillian Heart or lily for short. She grew up in the perfect family. Two rich and powerful lawyers as parents and one older sister and one younger brother. Everyone sees them as the perfect family with an older daughter who owns her own furniture business with a son with an IQ of 170. And Lillian Heart the supermodel and most paid model in the world.
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