[ Adopted By Mark ] {Markiplier}

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[Two Years after Delilah's Parents Deaths] Shes Been in Adoption From two years Until Today. Shes Getting adopted From a Male Who called anonymous, Her Bags Are Packed And Shes just Waiting in her room Playing Her Trumpet. The Male Walks in, Jet black Floofy Hair, Red and Black Flannel and Jeans. Hes Talking to The secretary. Time to Talk to him, He walks Over and Greets me. We talk for 30 minutes straight. Jayln Soon marches out of her room playing her trumpet. Mark Had Smiled, as he signed the papers And Walked out to the Trumpeter. She Stopped when she Saw him and Stood there Frozen Her Idol was right there. She Squealed Then Asked Why He was there, he mentioned adoption she paused and realized she was the only one being adopted that day. Mark smiled as she smiled Realizing He was Adopting her. [READ THE BOOK IF YOUR wanting MORE]
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