I don't know what has gotten into her. Is she lying? Is she telling the truth? I don't know. There's no possible way she would have done any of that stuff.
I miss my old Kady, the little girl that would laugh and giggle when she knew that cookies were coming. The Kady that used to curl up in my arms and lay her head on my chest. The Kady that had the big imagination. Maybe she does. Maybe what she's using her imagination. Maybe she's making this all up. Maybe somebody else is making this all up and putting the blame on her.
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Seventh Street
Bí ẩn / Giật gân#746 in Mystery/Thriller. Do you ever wonder what that voice is while you're about to make a poor decision? Kady hears the voices, but never listens. Ever since that one night nobody believes what Kady has to say. Will these paranormal things contro...
