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AMERICAN
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Ongoing, First published Aug 17, 2020
American right? 
Oh no ,not american not even close to that,how? So let me explain...
I have always dreamed of marrying or even dating  an american boy , if it is not that , I am literally dying single ! However, lets just say that  the world is not at my side ,so once I get the opportunity to travel to America I go in search of an american boy.Literally ,I search them ,is my dream don't get me wrong!Crazy right ? I know, but once again the world is not at my side so my plans of marrying an american boy are  all crushed like Boom! And how does it happen? 
Embark with me in the book to know !
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