Soft Kisses

Soft Kisses

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication jeu., mars 21, 2019
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She was a hot flame, burning through my soul. I was a cold downpour, washing away her hurt. _____ María Ana (Marie) Ruelas has been expelled from a school for the third time in six years. This time it is due to violence against a teenage boy. Her mother decides to send Marie away somewhere she will learn discipline. Marie's mother did not know that discipline was the last thing Marie would learn.
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