That Time I Fell for a Mob Bosses Son
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Last published Thu, Nov 7, 2019
This is all about Rosie Gland who dies commissions, one day she gets an odd one but accepts it anyways. Little does she know that her whole life will be thrown into utter chaos from simple painting. Follow Rosie as she learns, losses, and finds herself ten times over.
//ORIGINAL STORY. MUCH CRINGE AND I SUCK AT DESCRIPTIONS//
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