What's she worth to you?
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Dernière publication lun., oct. 19, 2015
I don't remember much. waking up in the middle of nowhere, being alone. I remember falling. They found me soon after that. I'm not quite sure where, I don't remember that, either. Where they took me was dark, the people there were smoking and the air was hard to breathe. I couldn't help but be afraid, although it felt quite silly to be. they were just people, exactly like me or you. They couldn't hurt me. I could not have been more wrong.
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