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NeverLand
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Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2020
"Peter Pan was the boy who flew, but me ? I was the girl who soared."
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All her life Valencia has been exceptionally good at one thing. Running. So when her life takes a turn for the worst she puts her skills to use and runs. She ran from the pain and loneliness wishing for things to go uphill again.

But problems have a way of catching up to you, no matter how fast you run and Valencia realizes that only when she sees that maybe, just maybe it's her present that writes her life not her past.

Two words changed her life for the worst and two words can change her life for the better. It's up to her to choose which one.
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