I'm a Pro At Hiding Stuff
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- Parts 3
Ongoing<5 mins
Last published Fri, Nov 7, 2014
"Don't you ever call me that again!"
"Yes mum."
I screamed as she kicked me.
I was dying inside. I hated my life.
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