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Keep On Dreaming

LECTURAS 436
Votos 5
Partes 22
Hora 55m

LECTURAS 436
Votos 5
Partes 22
Hora 55m

Avery Martinez was a dancer. A tap dancer to be exact. Tap dancing was her passion. She had been tapping her whole life at her small recreational studio but when that studio closes she tries her hand at competitive and faces the challenges ahead of her. Find out how she over comes these challenges in Keep On Dreaming.Todos los derechos reservados

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