Scandal: Fan Fiction
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  • LECTURAS 26,167
  • Votos 370
  • Partes 16
  • Hora 49m
Continúa, Has publicado may 01, 2013
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Disclaimer: I do not own these characters! I wrote this from the ages of 16-17. This is how I wrote the characters in my head and what I wanted to happen (the show was still ongoing by then). I really appreciate all of the reads and votes over all of these years. Thank you so much. <3
  
  Every story doesn't have a happy ending...
  
  Later Gladiators.   
  
 
 
  Please don't forget to comment and vote if you like this story. :)
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