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Love by Love?[avsluttet]
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Hejsa, i denne historie vil i bemærke voldsomme scener, osv.
Den handler om en pige ved navn Amelia Rasmussen, hun er 15 år og bliver 16 den 21/02. I historien står der hun er 14, men hun har haft føz-dag.
Hun flytter til Trofors og bor med sin kæreste da hendes forældre døde i en bilulykke da Amelia var til fest, hendes kæreste er Marcus Gunnarsen.
Hun boede i Mosjøen før hun flyttede hjem til hendes kæreste og kærestena familie:))
Håber i vil læse meeed:)))
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