Bearing Grace

Bearing Grace

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Back in Holden, she had a bad reputation to her name and now in Vermont for her last summer before college, she is determined to start out fresh but the eighteen-year-old Grace Winger's passion for video games and an old rugged teddy bear filled with chocolate is all she thinks about. And for the article editing, guitar strumming, test checking, photo taking, coffee drinking, chess playing teacher assistant, Matthew Stevens, this is unacceptable. So he does the one thing no one has ever dared to do; he teaches this illogical girl how to live and at the same time, he will have to bear with Grace.
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