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Continúa, Has publicado jun 21, 2015
"Your not suppose to do that." I whispered.
"What is it to you." He spat as he lit yet another cigarette.
Anger and unspoken words sat in between us causing a unwelcoming silence. 
Now what?
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Meet Maria Hassan, your typical American-Muslim teenage girl.
Now meet Mohamed Ali, your typical bad boy who perfers being called Mo then his actual name.
One a blessed adopted daughter who wants to leave a mark in the world.
The other a troubled teenage boy who has points to prove but no ambition to help.
What happens when one assignment send the two colliding with eachother?
Will there be sparks or swords?
What happens when Good meets Bad? 


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