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Any Chances Left
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Ongoing, First published Oct 02, 2014
I never understood why all my friends said that when they found their mate, the scent hits them like a ton of bricks. If it really hit them like a ton of bricks, they would be dead, hopefully. When I smelled my mate, I was speechless. After traveling half of the world, it was hard to believe that my mate was in a town as run down as Sweethills. even harder to believe, was that I had a mate at all.
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