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Last published Tue, Apr 28, 2015
This is a story about a girl I knew very well until she died at the age 11 which means I only knew her for a year but the thing is that girl thought like me so all of her thoughts were the same story. WARNING: based on a true story and there are some thoughts and statements you may be against. This story will take place the year after my friend died her name was Natalie and she died last year so these events are taking place right now.
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