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Broken:The life of a girl child...

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What is Broken:The life of a girl child...

Leia o romance Broken:The life of a girl child... escrito pelo autor Success_Ogbonna publicado no WebNovel. Yerima the only daughter of her late parents, sent to live with her auntie at a very young age... was subjected to all kind of pain and heart breaking situations, forgot what love means... will Yerima...

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Yerima the only daughter of her late parents, sent to live with her auntie at a very young age... was subjected to all kind of pain and heart breaking situations, forgot what love means... will Yerima find love and joy again? Follow up as see as yerima finds peace in the midst of raging storms...

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