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Starbucks (A Lin Manuel Miranda Adopted Story.)

Starbucks (A Lin Manuel Miranda Adopted Story.)

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sun, May 10, 2020
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16 years ago my parents went on a trip to Puerto Rico Leaving me with my grandmother. They were meant to return the following week. But on the way back their Plane crashed. People assumed they were dead. The truth is no one knows. My father's parents had died and my mom had only her mother who at the time was only 86 years old. The following year she died of natural causes. At that time I was pushed into the awful world of foster home. At the time that I started, I was only a baby. Everyone thought people would want me. Apparently, I was a fairly cute child, Natural red and brown hair, vibrant Blue eyes with green streaks coming out of the pupil, plump pink lips, and light healthy skin. This is the story of how I met my dad.
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*new cover* I'm living in a house made of glass. I'm scared to move, to breathe, to think. I'm afraid. Any wrong move and I get yelled at, a broken rule and I get beat up...he's not even my father and I'm stuck in his own fucked up version of reality. My own mother is the reason he has me, the reason my family lost me. A broken, lost mafia princess living in the wrong story, taken from the right one. I've been in foster care all my life, until them...my brothers. I am saved by them when my shattered heart was about to turn into stone and when my cries would become echoes in the walls of the prison I was bestowed upon. I was months old when I was stolen from my family. 17 years had to go by for them to finally find me. My dad, my four older brothers..one of which I'll soon discover is my twin. My missing half. Will they be able to mend my shattered soul or will I remain broken and alone? TW: rape, abuse, assault, attempted suicide, strong language - Warning: contains teenage pregnancy SHE DOES KEEP THE BABY STOP SNAPPING AT ME DAMMIT...respectfully <3 *Edited*...sort of

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