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Romance
She knows her name. But that is all she will ever know, or so she thought. Surfire is special but to what extent, yeah she can shoot a gun, is extremely feisty as well as cocky and doesn't fall in love easily. But what does she really know about herself. she knows she doesn't really fit in anywhere, that she is destined for more than this and with the help of a special friend, would she find more. or will she keep Wandering...
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