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British Joey
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Concluida, Has publicado oct 31, 2013
Joey goes to London to attend a private school after her parents split up.  She expected a lot of things. Like people with weird and cool accents, tea shops around corners, and double decker buses.  But she certainly didn't expect to be going to an all boys private school and for her home stay family's son to be a big arrogant jerk...  Living with another boy is hard enough but living with this certain boy named Elliot Hunter is even harder.

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