Differences [Lando Norris] (finished)

Differences [Lando Norris] (finished)

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MatureComplete Thu, Nov 23, 20232h 48m

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Tagscharlesleclerc crimefiction f1 formula formula1

⚠️A/N: This story is written in 2021 and will be rewritten in 2023, plus new chapters will be added! My father is a business man whose job is much more important than his teenage daughter with boy problems. But like all parents would do when they know their child's doing stuff behind their back when they're away. They make sure someone watches them. And that's what happend to me. Yes I'm Alice. I live in London with my father, which isn't always fun. But my neighbour whom's a F1 driver. Long story short. We knew each over since I was 3 years old and he's much older. I do not like this "new" way of my dad acting like I need a babysitter. Because I'm not 3 anymore. But who knew? That actually having an F1 driver baby sitting you could be fun? And will they get closer?

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