Taylor scrubbed the pan bits of cookie crisp falling into the sink.
In the back yard two young kids frolicked about.
They knew nothing.
They were oblivious to think that their mother was a world renowned musician.
They knew her as Alice Trollé, Stella Marie-the models-assistant
The only single mother in all of Los Angeles upper East side
She scrubbed and scrubbed until her fingers were numb. She hated what she had become.
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Gone.
FanfictionTaylor Swift, Gone without a trace They weren't expecting it, She was nowhere, But she was everywhere She was Gone. But was she?
