Start of something new

Start of something new

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Hi my name is tris prior full name Beatris Elizabeth prior and I'm 17 years old I live in Texas originally from Chicago but moved. Caleb is 21 and he lives with me it's just me and him, one day my parents just got up and left but left us with some money but not enough to leave but Caleb was working at the time and still is but he moved is to Texas Dallas Texas where I met some great new people and I and Caleb are happy no worries or cares we'll maybe a few. This book will have the magcon boys and mahogany in it because I love magcon and divergent so why not put them together it might make a good book :-)
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