Adopted by who??
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Last published Sun, Jul 28, 2013
"Your mother and father died?" Most people would easily say no! But I was the one to say yes. My names Ruby, I'm 14 year old girl, I'll tell you this now, I'm shy but I can be mean, I don't trust anyone and never will, I have brown hair that is elbow high, I have dark blue eyes, my life is pretty messed up, I suppose it's getting better now that I'm in the foster home, oh wait no I'm not. Yes because One Direction, yes you heard me... One Direction, They adopted ... Me? (WRITEN 2 YEARS AGO IT IS VERY CARROT LIKE!)
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