Nerd In Disguise

Nerd In Disguise

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Here comes a exquisite girl who goes by the name scandy George,clumsy but intelligent and she loves singing.....so secretive, Nerd as usual and always been bullied. Mandel Norman is an handsome guy who get what he wants,cold but brilliant mind. A singer with excellent voice and a rapper,💯 snub and doesn't have a friend. But what happens when the two meets? what will scandy do if Mandel finds out her biggest secrets? Find out the secret she hides!!! what will be their end? Find out!!
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