Breana story
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This is my story I have two brothers and I'm the only girl it's hard really life it really start it whenever I was born it was really hard for me i all ways wonder why my the only girl in this house and why did God put me as the only girl and I think to myself I think that God wanted to give me a new challenge to face and to love
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