Snakes in my hair? It's more likely than you think.
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  • Reads 156
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  • Parts 39
  • Time 3h 27m
Ongoing, First published Nov 07, 2019
Juno is just an ordinary gorgon girl! She goes to an ordinary and boring school. She doesn't think of herself as significant in any way.

So why do bad things keep happening to her?

This must be a dream.
This must be a nightmare.
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