Fight or Die

Fight or Die

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Tristan needs to fight to live. Her dad isn't much help at all. Her mom died when she was seventeen. She even has a little brother who she needs to take care of. Her father spends all their money on alcohol and cigarettes. There's rumors that he killed their mom, but no one believes Tris. No one knows anything because they don't know how they live. So Tristan does street fights, to win money to take care of herself and her brother. What happens when she falls for two guys and must choose between them? What happens when she realizes that one or both guys she likes must fight her?
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