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Ongoing, First published Jun 25, 2015
"Mr. charming apparently calls me his 'coffee girl'."

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like any romance-cliché movie Lucinda has watched. A chick holding the cup of coffee and bumping into prince charming. sure, they fall in love and he may buy her a new cup of coffee or buy her clothes or grab a napkin and clean her up. Lucinda thought that those things happen in movies, she never thought that her life would become one of those cliché movies. 


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