King Quinn
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Last published Tue, Jun 2, 2015
Hi my name is Oliver Quinn, Im 18 and my life has always been a mess.. Why? because unlike most people who deal with depression or heartbreak I'm stuck with a temper and this is the story of my life and how it came to be.
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