A Tiny Doll

A Tiny Doll

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A truely kind person, would say and tell you, the truth. The truth behind your birth, who your real family is- . . . well... You had to wait till you were 20 to hear the kind persons voice say those few words that made your heart shatter. You end up moving to live with your real family awhile, only to find something strange..?
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