Beyond Blood
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Last published Thu, Feb 15, 2024
*Beyond Blood is the story of Kamila's daughter from Under My Skin.*
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I looked at myself through my mirror, and all I could see were my mother and my father. Some would say two beautiful human beings make such beautiful babies, but I don't agree with that. Yeah on the outside I'm outstanding, gorgeous even... but I'm rotten inside. I'm the worst kind, perfect from the outside, but inside me everything is bad. Thanks to my good genes.
My parents were killers, you know what they say... the apple never falls far from the tree.
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