Selene
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Please remind me if I haven't posted in a while because that may be the best bet for more of the story. Thanks for reading! Sorry for all the cliffhangers and short "chapters". Please comment or vote if you enjoy it. Ideas, suggestions, statements, judgements, etc, are greatly appreciated. Again, thanks! Many people have been asking if this has been inspired by my own life and people in my own life. My answer to this is no. There may be some small parts such as some character similarities but no it was not written because of my life. I started writing this sometime in 2014.
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