Searching for Addison
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She lied.
She never told me her real name.
She never told me her real story... Only little shattered pieces.
She shuddered my life and gave me love.
She ran away.
She died.
Or did someone murder her?
All you need to know is; I love her and I need help finding all there is to be found.
I need help. Your help...
Imagine the person you are in love with isn't who you thought they were. They lied about their name and identity. And now they are missing and probably dead.
Don't you want to know what happened and what is yet to happen?
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