His Name Was Keenon

His Name Was Keenon

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Danae was forced to move to California with her father whom she never met before. Her mother was deceased, and she was unhappy overall. Keenon was well known in Bompton, CA. His motto was fuck em and duck em, and he lived by that motto each and everyday. What will happen when they cross paths?
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