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You're Not My Type (Harry Styles )
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Ongoing, First published Nov 25, 2015
Devojka koja je izgubila sve prijatelje, najbolju drugaricu..sve... samo zato sto je priznala sta osecala prema drugarici. 
Potom njen otac dobija posao u Londonu,mislio je da je to odlicna prilika da izadju iz ovog haosa. Moon nije mogla da ostavi svog najboljeg ili jedinog druga,pa i on ide s njima. Kad su dosli Moon se zaljubljuje u decaka Harry, ali njena proslost joj neda mira.
Da li ce Moon biti sa Harry -jem ili ce se desiti sasvim suprotno otkrijte u prici You're Not My Type  .
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