Felicity (New And Improved Version)
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Last published Sat, Aug 13, 2016
Quinn Imogen, an interesting and curious mind, decided to lurk into the woods. She has been told that the place was not for people to visit, and that triggered her find out why.
Meanwhile, a young man was there too. He decided to risk the thought of being caught. On the river bank he sat, his feet dangling in the water causing his jeans to soak along the current. Later then, his deep thoughts were startled by a sneaky rustle from the forest around him.
Destiny found its way as Quinn and the unnamable man met in the forbidden place.
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