Life After Emvan
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okay so basically , we all remember that whole emvan broke up drama a few days ago right (: , well this story is the day after that went down and how Taissa felt and exactly what went on from there .. This is hopefully original cause I haven't seen any ideas like this so I'm SUPER excited to write it and I hope you guys enjoy !!
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