Not everybody's who they say there

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My mother is the kind of person that talks a lot , she has a brown eyes and she always has her black long hair in a perfect bun. Dads a bid strong olden days truck driver looking kind of men with a dirty gringo moustache. He strokes his moustache, with his big brown eyes sitting right in his big chubby scary face. As for me I'm just a skinny little rat looking 15 year old kid, tall and pale as if someone had sucked the life out of me dressed in black, intact my all family dresses up in black as if we have a funeral.

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