The Forever Love
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Iris has a past of struggling with body issues and has never felt like she would never find a guy to love her. Amongst all her mental issues, she doesn't let her problems get in the way of having a bright bubbly personality. Little does she know love is right along the corner. When Iris meets the grumpy tattooed Elijah. Elijah was drowning from his past and doesn't know how to come up to catch his breath. Can Iris and Elijah help each other?
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