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Nothing Like Us - A Justin Bieber Fanfic [ON HOLD]
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I was an ordinary dentist. Successful, the usual. What more could a twenty-seven year old ask for? Apparently a lot. Because the day I met Justin 'I'm-Mr. Amazing' Bieber, my life turned around. Follow me as I try to figure him out and live my life. Did I mention trying to stay alive most of the time. But I can't have it both ways, can I? Oh and in case you haven't noticed, I was never that girl who wore a Bieber shirt and yelled 'I love you Justin.' He's not eighteen anymore, we're not kids anymore.
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