Secrets
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Ongoing8m
Last published Sun, Nov 30, 2014
My life was a lie, my family was murdered and I was on the run. It's time for me to make a stand against the only life I've ever known and to do that I need back up. I need to head out to the wilderness. My name is hope, this is my story.
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