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Zoophobia: next generation

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This book is filled with characters that will possibly be appearing in a new book. I haven't decided the story line yet and the characters may be changed. Som of the characters have already been media be Vivziepop so please look out for that, it will say in the top wether the character belongs to me or Vivziepop. Hope you enjoy the book.
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