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Adopted By Magcon (under construction)

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Warning; inappropriate language, sex, sex reference, suicidal thoughts and actions, self harm, cussing, physical abuse, and verbal abuse. Our second life is featured along with a few other famous youtubers/viners. This book was published in the summer of 2014, times have changed sense then so disclaimer things might be different from now. _____________________________________ Karla is the name want more details keep reading. I was adopted at seven years old when my parents were killed in a car accident or at least I thought they were. Long story short i fall in love with my middle school sweetheart and we have kids enough said. It's all a long story that I will continue to tell to my kids and anyone else I feel like. If you really dare to know my story then keep reading.
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It started in the mere 6th grade in the awkward stage where some boys had cooites and some didn't. James was lucky enough to be cootie-free and totally single. He was just as awkward as the rest of us, but I feel as though he saved his awkwardness and didn't use any of it in the one, and only, class we had together. "Jane! You're daydreaming again!" The teachers would yell at me. "Sorry ma'am." I would sweetly reply. James would look up from whatever he was doing and smile just a little bit, as he knew the daily routine. I daydream, I get yelled at, and he slightly laughs every time. Now, sophomore year. Same crushes. No more cooties. High School. In this dreaded high school, I only have one class with James. One stupid little class. Thanks fate, thanks alot.

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