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I bet you didn't know demons existed. Yeah, I didn't either until a couple of months before my eighteenth birthday. I spent my whole life believing that I was a normal girl who only had to worry about school and being in love with my best friend. Well, guess I was wrong. People are out to kill me and my two best friends are my protectors, which means my love for Nico is forbidden. Well, doesn't that just put the icing of this lovely cake?
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