Life with London
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Last published Sun, May 22, 2016
I don't know why my life turned out to be like this. I didn't think she'd keep me. Let's just say that I would
be in foster care if it weren't for my condition. So she had to keep me, bring me home, get me use to my
surroundings on doctor's orders. Hopefully I will be alright. That all changed by the age of two. Yes, I have
a father. He helped, but not enough.
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