Falling For My Adopted Brother
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Última publicación mar, jun 20, 2017
Just think, your life being as hard as mine. It's not even close. Always being the one having to pick up the pieces. Oh and don't let me forget my mom who can't even stay sober for 5 minutes, oh and a dad who is no where to be found when needed the most. All I have is my brother, to look out for me, and be there when needed the most.
My story is pretty much like the 'Fosters' You know that girl Callie? Who always falls for her brother? That's her adopted brother? Well that is pretty much me... It all started on the first day ...
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