My Hidden Friendship
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Last published Mon, Mar 16, 2015
See, while most friendships are either bloated up waaaaaay too big, or just flaunted around for everyone to know about, Trestan decides maybe it's time for a new category for friendships: Secret.
A/N I'll try my best to update once a week, once a day some days, just to quench the thirst for the book. So yeah. PM me if you have any questions.
WARNING
Chapters are short. I'm still a writer learning the tips and tricks to this, so unless I get blessed by God with some writing ability, the chapters are going to be short.
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