Marxie's Guide to Ruining Your Life
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Marxie is a thief; a world renowned one at that. Just fresh from handing over the Mona Lisa to her hirer, she's given a new task: steal the Diamond of the West. The American military's newest toy. The task will already be difficult enough, but what will happen when she has to rely on the boy that could get her caught?
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