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Spring fakers
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Ongoing, First published Jul 10, 2013
Dit is het verhaal over een groepje van 4 vriendinnen, Eva, Laura, Merel en Alissa. Ze zitten allemaal op hetzelfde internaat genaamd 'Autumn Valleys'.  Op deze school heb je een rangorde met 3 rangen, nerds onderaan, normale leerlingen daarboven en bovenaan de pp's (populair persoon). De 4 meiden zijn allemaal normaal,Ze doen er alles aan om bij de popu's te horen. Tot er iets gebeurd wat alles kan veranderen. Ben je benieuwd wat dat is? Lees dan nu Spring Fakers!
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