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I'm Raising My Bestfriend's Child
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Ongoing, First published Jul 05, 2017
I'm 27 year-old Elena Crimson. I had a great life, a great friend everything was fine until..
  My friend has a baby, you know, one of those things that sleep, cry, eat and crap all day? She had one those. I'm single, and raising that thing I mentioned earlier.
  Send help.
  
  After my friend dies shorty after child birth, I move in with her husband to help raise the baby. One day I come home from work and he isn't there. I now have to raise by friends baby, alone.
  I say this again; send help.
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