A Tomboy Living With Boys
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•I'm Sam McClain and I am a stereotypical, tomboy.
My dad works a lot, work trips which go on for months at times.
My mom died recently and my dad ships me off to live with his work pal... who has a few sons.
This is my story of how my life turned into hell, with a twist or maybe a first kiss?
Who knows, in this house and with these people, anything can happen.•
A/N don't diss the book at the start (first chapters are terrible). It gets better as it goes on.
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