Orphan [italian translation]

Orphan [italian translation]

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[PUNK H.S. AU] ☯ Harry era selettivamente muto, asociale e indossava un aspetto punk. Ha tatuato il suo corpo e forato la sua pelle. Pensava di aver pianificato la sua vita intera prima del college. Liam si è schiantato nella sua vita, causando a tutti gli altri di caderci dentro. Potranno questi nuovi amici tirarlo fuori dal suo guscio? Potranno cambiarlo in meglio? Potrà Harry imparare ad amare qualcuno dopo essere stato abbandonato a soli due mesi di vita? Potrà un'irritante sconosciuta smontare a pezzi tutto ciò che Harry ha lavorato duramente per creare? ☯ TRAILER: http://youtu.be/umxdA7QuvV4 [Questa storia non è scritta da me, l'autrice (animalik) mi ha dato il permesso di tradurla dall'inglese all'italiano] © animalik all rights reserved. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this book's author and/or owner is strictly prohibited.
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