Daddy's Girl
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Last published Mon, May 1, 2017
My Dad's gang is the second biggest in the country. I've been training to take over since I was eight. People say I can't run a gang because I'm a girl, because I'm too weak or too scared. I'm the type of person who'll see this as a challenge, I'm going to run the most successful gang in the world. After I get through school.
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