We are young
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Ongoing26m
Last published Sun, Aug 9, 2015
"Yes, everything seems alright in your life.
Doesn't it?
But what if...
There is something they are not telling you...
They are hiding something
And you need to find out what."
She woke up at the last word.
The same dream, every night.
I suck at summaries...this probably has nothing to do with the story... hahahahah
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