Story without an ending?
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Ongoing8m
Last published Thu, Dec 27, 2018
"its funny how people think my life is perfect"I mutter as I grap the nub of the airport restroom door "but its not"
whipping of the tear on my face
"A romance story about Anderson who always loved her life from child hood but was stopped from having any boy friend or admirer or a lover she never knew why until her 23th birthday"
"she was told she is married".....
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