Lost in the Family
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Última publicación mié, ago 23, 2017
Have you ever went into someone's house and looked at their family portrait and thought they truly are a happy family. You then find yourself glancing through a photo album, and think look at all these pictures,look at their smiles I can hear the laughter and the wonderful memories made with each new picture you see, but things are not what they seem. What if I told you this family was lost there were no smiling faces only fear and tears.
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