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En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement juil. 17, 2017
Close your eyes, or not. Just clear your mind :
   Imagine yourself as the daughter or son of a well known and respected Mafia Family. Being feared and taking things by force wasn't your idea of a family business. One day you take it apon yourself to host a family meeting explaining to everyone what you felt. No tone person understood where you coming from, or at least that's what it felt like to you. No one hardly ever talked to you after that day an it was starting to effect you not only emotionally but physically. people started to catch wind what you said and everyone you thought you could trust turned on you. Enough was enough you pact up your things and left, not turning back once you ventured into the unsure world not knowing if you would even survive the next night.
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