It's Just You And Me

It's Just You And Me

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Tamara Alyssa Parker was just 5 years old when she met Jansen William Stone. She was on the beach that day because it was her birthday... but guess what... Jansen was there too. Why? Because it was his birthday as well. Flash Forward to 10 years later, Jansen leaves town because of his parents relocating their work. Apparently, Jansen's parents were Lawyers and they pretty much had their hands full... What happens when he leaves Tamara? All Rights Reserved 2014 :)x ©gianana_13
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