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Between the Lines

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LECTURAS 216
Votos 20
Partes 20
Hora 2h 27m

dystopian femaleprotagonist mentalhealth scifi super-human teenfiction teenproblems

You know that whole idea that if you make everything look okay to everyone else, it will actually become okay? But then that idea normally fails and then everything suddenly crumbles underneath you? Well, when I was in high school, it seemed to be all the rage to do, even my entire country did it. And what happens next, may sound familiar if you've ever looked at U.S History. 

I am Giovanna, and this is the reason why you can't trust anything at face value. 


//will only be updated up to chapter 15\\Todos los derechos reservados

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