(Sorry but whatever I had in mind lost me. The story doesn't have much OF a story) When I was 13 I had the worst luck. Increased abuse, running away, and all with a child. I couldn't make it stop. Then he found me. Someone 1 year younger with a baby, out in the thunder and rain. Am I lovable? Because I think I love him. {BTW the cover is suposed to be like that. It's my cover book, even if it is not as popular}
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