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Caught - FINISHED

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Odsłon 203
Głosy 23
Części 30
Czas 1h 21m

hate life lonely love power

A young girl is found lying dead on my street. People are getting scared. And my only parent left is blamed. My dad was found later by a dust bin...drunk. He has never touched a drink in his life. But then again strange things are happening. And most of them are connected to me.
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"daddy." I said, rather scared as I advanced on the drunken man. He swirled around, giggling. "hello darling!"
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This is my first book. I apologise for any spelling mistakes. Feel free to help me improve on things. I hope you enjoy the story about a girl who has been surrounded by murder most of her life.Wszelkie Prawa Zastrzeżone

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