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a twisted world

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xkiki_the_kune_kunex

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What if you knew your father killed your mother, you saw it and yet could do nothing? 
Well Rose is in this situation. 
But her father said he did it to help her, yet she can't believe it. 
This is a story about hope, trust, and a girl who thought she had no chance of freedom.All Rights Reserved

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