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Making a break for it
Hi everyone! Thanks so much for reading and please don't forget to drop a gem or like if you're liking the story so far! Also, I would love to read any comments you guys have! I'm hoping at some point that Jasmine will get a break from this harsh reality. But, who knows, her stepfather is very persistent at making her life miserable. Thanks again for reading and I will keep trying my best to keep updating when I can through my recovery. Because it does help to distract me, when I have rougher days! Thanks again for all your patience and understanding! S. Jones
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