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Hanging
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Continúa, Has publicado mar 31, 2013
This is the story of a girl who lives with an abusive father and a younger brother. She has no friends, no one to talk to or share secrets with, because her father never let's her out of the house. She has a private tutor that comes to her house for 3 hour lessons, and all she yearns for is a way out. Freedom. This girl's name is Natalia Branson. A 17 year old whose life has been ripped from her, yet she keeps hanging on for a miracle. That miracle comes along on her 17th birthday, when she receives a new neighbor named Niall horan...
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