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Ongoing, First published Aug 03, 2017
I'm tae-min56, and I'm looking for a homeless girl who ran away three months ago. Well, actually I'm hoping she's looking for me. Hopefully, she reads this and forgives me. From the moment I framed her for that murder, all I did was hurt her. I know I seem like the worst guy- I am the worst guy, but I can explain everything. I have a million excuses that she refused to listen to (not that I blame her considering everything I did). But more than an explanation I just mean for this to be one big apology to that girl. Her name is Robin_Robin.


**This is all fiction, and any relation to real people or situations is completely coincidental**    [Completed \(^v^)/]
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