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'F' for Fucking Fucked
DramaQueen*Dedicated to Sham C. As we get to the end of this novel (which ends this month), I can't think of a way to properly appreciate you all for your overwhelming support. Nor can I mention each and every reader because there were many who prefer being quiet ones. But I at least have the opportunity to mention the ones I am privileged to know. Thank you all. I will be dedicating each chapter to a top fan, till the end of this book.
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