It's Complicated....

It's Complicated....

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WpMetadataReadMatureComplete Tue, Apr 11, 20172h 41m
Vanessa is spending her summer vacation with her aunt and cousins in California. One day at the skate park she runs into someone..... literally. Austin is someone who doesn't have a single care in the world, and he's happy with it. Once they meet, he can't seem to get away from her. But is that really a bad thing? **WARNING** This story is a product of 2016 me and I do not associate with her anymore. The writing is cringey and I refuse to go back and read it, the only reason it's still up is because a few people seem to like it. So there's that. Anyways, enjoy your day and if you end up reading this, I hope you enjoy!
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