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She's Mine
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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement janv. 01, 2016
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Avery Dickins is your everyday surfer girl, that would rather be in the ocean than in school. Her lifetime dream is to become one of the best girl surfers there is. She rarely talks about anything else than surfing with her best friend Alex, who is also a surfer, but when she is talking about anything other than surfing it's usually sarcastic, bitchy, and rude; guess all surfer girls aren't &quot;mellow&quot;. All of that is about to change when she meets Mason Greggory. The player with a heart,he let's girls down the best way he knows how; ignoring them. Nobody knows his past but Jon. He's secretive, a jerk, and doesn't care about shit, well that's about to end when he claims Avery as 'his'. All she has to say about it is &quot;Think twice about your decisions, buddy boy.&quot;
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