A Chance Encounter

A Chance Encounter

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17 (almost 18) year old Millie just wanted a normal teenage graduate summer but with her father out of the picture it seemed impossible could she maybe find a fun summer after a chance encounter with him or would she be left behind in his memories as he moved on to his next tour date?
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