Serendipity (A Jeric Teng Story)
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Last published Mon, Nov 11, 2013
Serendipity - finding something you aren't even looking for.
An ordinary girl meets the man of her dreams at the most unexpected time in her life.
With a recently healed broken heart, will she jump right at it?
With a high soaring basketball career, will he choose just an ordinary low key girl?
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