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Scalpel and Silk (GP)
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Complete, First published Jun 05
Mature
15 new parts
First love never truly dies, but sometimes, a new one helps you live.



Author's Note:

This story is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are entirely fictional or used in a fictional context. Any resemblance to real people (living or dead), actual places, brands, or events is purely coincidental.

This is just a fanfiction created for entertainment purposes only, with no intent to harm, disrespect, or claim ownership over any real-life individuals or entities mentioned or referenced.

Thank you for reading and supporting my story!

- [mylalisanity]
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