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The Girls of Glenwood
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Ongoing, First published Aug 30
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At Glenwood, rugby is king, and the boys' team is untouchable. When the girls accidentally crash a team practice one afternoon, a chain of friendships, rivalries, and romances begins that none of them saw coming.
Soon, weekends are filled with matches, late-night study sessions, car rides with music blaring, whispered confessions, and the unshakable feeling that they're living through the best and most complicated year of their lives.

This is all about my best friends because they told me to read Boyd of tommen and I thought why not make my own. So sit back relax and real along of the adventure of a lifetime.
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