Foolish one
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Alexia Putellas/OC Ana María Elisa García never had an easy life. Dealing with the loss of her mother without the comfort of her childhood home and friends. To live with a sister in the bustling city of Barcelona was a dream come true. Playing for FC Barcelona was another. She had everything. At the same time she had nothing. Navigating signing a contract for the A-team without Ona was unimaginable. Luckily for Elisa she got help from a teammate. A teammate called Alexia. For a while life was better. That was until she started to develop feelings for her new friend. This is a work of fiction. The characters in the book may have some similarities to real people, but that is all it is. I do not know how any of the people I have taken inspiration from acts in real life. And if the would reach out and not be comfortable with the work, I will take it down. 🥇fcbfemeni 🥇ligaf 🥇queer 🥈woso 🥈spain 🥇onabattle 🥉aitanabonmati
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I hated her. That was the beginning, anyway. Ona Batlle: the girl who smiled too much, marked me too close, laughed like she already knew she'd win. My rival on the pitch. My obsession off it. We were never meant to fall in love. But somewhere between the tackles and the banter, the smirks and the silences, I started to unravel. And she- She'd already fallen. This is a story about enemies who turned into something more. About tension that burned too hot to ignore. About secrecy and jealousy and touches under tables, and group chats that knew too much. It's about the girl who drove me mad- And made me feel safe. Wanted. Home. It's not a fairytale. But it's real. And she's mine.

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