The Baby Project
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  • LECTURAS 16,990
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  • Partes 17
  • Hora 3h 2m
Concluida, Has publicado jun 27, 2016
This story was written by thirteen year old me. It's never been edited (except for obvious spelling errors my kindle decided not to help me with), re-written, or gone through and fixed for plot errors; so keep that in mind while reading this... crazy story. 

Homeroom has been getting a little stale as of lately. What better thing to do than bring in a bunch of fake babies and make teenagers play house for a grade? I mean, the worst that could happen is they fail.. Right?
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