The Rainbow Chaser
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- Partes 1
My name is Samantha Weaver. Todays my fifteenth birthday and my dad hasn't said happy birthday to me since I was born. I've been abused by him physically and mentally for as long as I could remember. Well today I've finally had it. I'm giving myself my own birthday gift. Freedom.
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