When I'm Gone

When I'm Gone

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It all starts out with a regular family, a Mom, a Dad, and a child. Until the Mom dies of cancer and the Dad turns into a workaholic right after the funeral. Hi, My name is Andrea, Andrea Russet. I'm 18. My Mom is my inspiration, she taught me how to play volleyball, my favorite sport. My mother was the volleyball worlds Glamour Girl but she died a few years back from cancer. It completely destroyed me. She always wanted to take me to California so why not go. Maybe I will find my soulmate or the love of my life or maybe even my future husband… but instead I find a playboy or also none as a badboy but as I like to call them a threat to the woman kind... Taylor Caniff. P.s they are not famous♣️ Enjoy☑️
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