Don't Let Me Shatter
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Last published Wed, Dec 31, 2014
Mae thought that her little sweet friendship would be nothing more than cute little jokes and embarrassing memories, but she was wrong. Yes, indeed there still were jokes and a lot of embarrassment. But it grew into so much more. Romance, Drama, Fantasies, Hatred. It all mixes together perfectly, but it clashes at the same time.
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