Perfect Lies.
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A normal kid, a normal family, and a normal life, a perfect living. Shay, a normal boy with a caring mother and a perfect life, is supposed to be that right?
But what if he never had a mother? What if it was all lie? and.................
What if it was not normal?
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Why did you kill her? I asked the dark-haired man angrily but he only nodded his head calmly, "you didn't even hesitate to do this? despite being a cop and his husband?" I asked this time more furiously but he only ignored me and walked away. My head was filled with dizziness and my eyes went blurry in front of me, I had no sense of what to do next, the dizziness was so dominating that I lied on the road in between the street and closed my eyes.......
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