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Last published Fri, Apr 9, 2021
i just turned back for two minutes , just two fucking minutes.where is my baby?.
she has a chestnut brown hair color, brown eyes, 39.5lb , five year old, she was wearing a pink polka dot of white swim suit. please find my baby. her name is lisabeth russell.
this my first attempt of writing any story i hope you like it.
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