Police for me
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  • LECTURES 6
  • Votes 0
  • Parties 1
  • Durée <5 mins
En cours d'écriture, Publié initialement déc. 31, 2014
When Opal, 19, is finally found by the police after 3 years of her being 'missing' Solice is less than pleased when she realises that her supposedly best friend Dawn had drugged her so she had no idea of what was happening or little memory and then Dawn had called the police. Why Did Dawn call the police? Why was Opal running? Little know, I do. Want to know too?
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