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TURNING OUT PRETTY BOY
BY COLTON AALTO
CHAPTER FIVE
Alvin Ever After:
Alvin in the First
A mini-novel by Danny
NOW AWAY WE GO...
Just before the new school year was scheduled to launch my wonderfully delightful parents announced that they were going to ruin my life forever! Okay, so that isn't exactly what they said, but that is sure how it seemed to me. They had said that we were going to pack up and move from the always warm, always exciting Chula Vista, a suburb of San Diego, California to the rarely warm, always humdrum Lewiston, Maine.
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Chapter 1
Str8 Down On It - Chapter 1
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