~It's Not Normal~
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Ongoing7m
Last published Thu, Jun 20, 2019
A nice regular morning is what everyone thought, it was a bright sunny day, and even a Friday, i mean what could go wrong on a Friday. Well apparently alot of things..
I'm Angela Wilson and I am a model for a 5 star magazine inleast I used to be, now all that matters if your dead or alive or if your healthy or hurt. Let's just say my life just went from perfect to crap.
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