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Contenido adultoConcluida mié, dic 8, 20212h 28m
Victim: Coffee☕
Criminal: Window
Hostage: Apartment
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Would you ever think that placing your trust in people would cost you your life?
"I wasn't always a criminal."
"How are you a criminal, then?"
"I have a twin brother, Lorenzo was his name. He was the delinquent while I was well-behaved. He stole cars and hacked ATM machines, you know, the usual thing about teen boys. He stole a car from a drug lord, Cain, when Cain found out he was pissed.
My brother set me up and made them believe I was him. I got beat up, then I was sent to jail. Then I promised myself, I'll never trust a soul."
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