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Good Girl Gone Bad

Good Girl Gone Bad

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Romance
Eve was a popular teenager once, but everyone started to bully her, abused her,her boyfriend cheated on her, mentally and verbally bullied her, she also suffered physical bullying. One day she got sick of it. Will she get revenge? Will anyone ever fix her broken heart?
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