Not You Again. (to be deleted)

Not You Again. (to be deleted)

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"Coincidences are pretty common. Only when they reoccur, do they start to seem strange." Aston Brooks was a person Emma Crawford did not need in her life. Call it fate, call it bad luck, call it whatever you like but for some reason their paths kept clashing. For two people, who never even glanced at each other before in their entire existence, these string of coincidences seemed almost strange. Almost as if it were meant to be. - Warning: Contains swearing (a lot of it) and sexual content. ©All rights are reserved by the author. No part of this book can be published or copied without written permission by the author.
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