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Ms. Late -COMPLETED [UNDER EDITING AND REVISION]
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Complete, First published Mar 19, 2019
Dadaria is late again, well nothing's new at her since the first day of school year and till now. Actually, Dadaria is always late since she was in elementary, and now she's already in high school, but, she still have her title of being late, as always, not until she met this teacher, can Dadaria will be late again and again and again? If she always saw its perfect features? To his messy blonde hair, not so thick eyebrow, deep blue and cold eyes, his pointed nose and his kissable reddish lips? can Dadaria still have her title of being 'Ms. Late'? Or it will be over?



Date Started: March 20, 2019
Date End: April 17, 2019




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