Are you happy now?
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Last published Mon, Jan 23, 2012
Jamila is a sixteen year old Irish teenage girl. She doesn't dress like the other girls her age, she doesn't act like them, and she doesn't like the same things. She's different. But will her difference be her shining armour trough out her life?
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