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Veronica's Story

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Reads 432
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Parts 30
Time 1h 22m

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I'm only 17 and got the weight on the world on my shoulders. I'm struggling to do good in school, keep a job, and find a place to live. I ain't got no parents, never knew my dad and my mama ain't shit. It's a hard situation for me. Don't know what the next hour will bring me. Scared that I'll walk into the wrong place at the wrong time. Well they say everything happens for a reason. Maybe something greater awaits me ?

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The Opposites

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