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Not So Average Taylor
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In corso, pubblicata il mar 16, 2015
Taylor is an average 11 year old going into 6th grade. Nothing special about her... except the fact that she had an identical memory! This means that from the minute your born, you can remember everything that you've ever read, seen, or heard. Technically, it meant you were a freak. At least that's how Taylor saw it. But this year it might be different! This year she was attending a new school in California. No one knows who she is or her... disability. This was her chance to prove  that she wasn't a freak and that she could be just like everybody else! She'd give anything to fit in. Even if it meant lying and hiding who she really was... a freak.
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