Clishay
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Gemma Styles is an average teen, close to adult, and is just trying to enjoy her last few months of school. She has absolutely no idea what she wants to be and has no goals, dreams or visions. So being the natural blonde, blue-eyed woman that she is, she decides to move across the world to Britain and meets the love of her life which just so happens to be going to the exact same university as she is attending. Clishay is a marvellous story with a creative blend of all the cliche events and themes that occur in the typical fan-fiction. So if you want a story to read that has been edited thoroughly and is full of classic, over-used details and characters that are either quite the 'mary-sues' or stoned and wasted teenagers and immature adults then this is the book for you!
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