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My Fake Marrige To Michael Jackson
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Complete, First published Jun 18, 2014
Hello my name is Yn Ln and I'm a ordinary women. I'm 33 and I live in an old run down apartment in California. I have no family that I know of except my uncle Jerry,I have no children and I'm  single. But that didn't last long because I'm in a fake relationship with none other then Michael Jackson.   But my mother once told me, "How Could You Fake Something So Real That You Didn't Even Know Was Real In The First Place."

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