Not like the others (eng)
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Last published Wed, Dec 23, 2015
My name is Fabricia Mornogale and because of her, I am who I am.
I didn't want anything, I didn't do anything, but here it is. I guess we all can't have a perfect life.
Nonetheless, some of us want at any price hurt each and other.
For no valid reason.
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Hello dear readers.
This is my first fiction that I translated in English thanks to Chels450 (go check her out) so please be patient with me :)
Please do not copy this story.
Thanks and have a nice reading.
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