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"Son of a bitch you lied to me. "
These words kept playing in I my head over and over again. After my mothers death about 4 years ago. Things began to get a little different. My father would cry day and night over the sorrow of my mother death. The memory haunts me still to this day. But I've learned to love with the pain after all. I knew it wouldn't be easy. It's been rough these past years moving from town to town but for some reason I know that this time it might be different that I might actually be able to stay longer , make friends,go to tons of parties and get drunk,come late a night, you know things regualr 18 year olds do.
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RomanceJeraldy was your average 18 year old, but then again we all have different definitions of "average". All though being moved 4 different times in just 2 months this was not an average 18 year old life . Being hunted down by One of the most dangerous...
