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Lotus In A Scrapyard [ON HOLD]

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Parts 4
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Reads 89
Votes 5
Parts 4
Time 42m

Mature

While struggling with her depression after a very unhealthy relationship comes to a dramatic end Octavia fights to see the light at the end of the tunnel. Having the incredible help of her best friends Naomi and Raven she slowly starts to break out of her comfort zones and explore the world again. Having little to no trust left within an inch of her body Octavia accidentally spills her very hot coffee on a handsome young man at a local coffee shop. With that not only does she feel horrible but also an immediate connection with him. What's his name? What will come of this beautiful soul she just gave a third-degree burn too?All Rights Reserved

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