Family Ties ✔
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  • LECTURAS 192,113
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  • Hora 6h 30m
Concluida, Has publicado ago 23, 2014
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"You really wanna know why I shove every guy away," I shouted in anger at the one man I thought I'd never fall for. I watched as he just stared at me, unsure if he really wanted to know. "This is why," I said turning my back to him and lifted up my shirt, revealing the stab wound I had received from the last man I thought I loved, "this could've happened to my daughter! To my Maddie! This is why I don't trust men anymore!"

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