Family Troubles
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After my parents died I left my house to live in the country with people I didn't even know. My father had a step-brother I never met, and seeing as I had nowhere to go anyway I took his offer to live out on his ranch in Oklahoma with him and his two brothers.
I hid my emotions well from each of them but one night I broke. I hated it. I am not weak and they brought me to my knees.
Could I really live with them?
Is it Wrong?
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