The House PG-13
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Contenido adultoConcluida sáb, jul 21, 201232m
My name is Gina Claristev. I am 21 years old and live in Knoxville, Tennessee. I am writing in this journal because I am very lonley. my parents died in a car accident when i was 4. I then had to live with my uncle in New York for 8 years until child services took me away from him because he was abusive. By then i was 12 and lived in an orphanage until i was adopted at 17 by this really nice couple who lived where i am today. they died on my birthday two years ago. They left the house to me and left me 1.23 million dollars. Greg ( my legal gaurdian) and his wife Lisa owned a very popular bank across the nation. I had a terrible life until i met these people, but everything is different now.
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