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Be Careful What You Wish For.
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Complete, First published Aug 07, 2014
(Short Chapters...but a lot of them!)

Grace.
Your average looking British, shy, a bit of an extrovert and extremely cheeky!

Grace's life holds a few negatives, one huge one?
A disgustingly abusive ex-boyfriend, Jason, who always manages to track her down where ever she may escape to.

Another thing about Grace? She is an overly massive fan of Mr. Michael Jackson.

When Grace's life seems to be taking all the wrong turns will one single message change her life forever?
Discover how Grace unexpectedly delves into the blissful unknown of her life.


"Gurl. I'm Michael Jackson. Nothing is impossible."

One thing is for sure though.
Be Careful What You Wish For.


(This story is my prized possession, I've been writing this for almost 2 years and only ever posted it on Instagram, I have been requested to post it on here a lot, so here you go.)
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