One Of TwoTen

One Of TwoTen

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Have you ever had to move to a new place because of some horrible family tragedy, or because the place you used to live in was doing more bad than good in your life, or maybe just because of your parent's job? Martin has. When you moved there, did you meet someone you thought wouldn't change your life forever? Did you think everything about your world would be exactly the same, but just in a different setting? Like, if you were depressed, you would still be depressed; or if you were an aspiring singer, you would still be a aspiring singer in that new area? Were you expecting the expected and ignoring the possibility of your life changing staring you right in the face? Martin Did. Were you in love with someone you thought you didn't know? Was that someone closer to you than you thought and were they secretly in love with you too? Were you both lovers hidden under the identities of strangers? Not knowing who you were truly falling in love with, yet alone, yourself? Martin Was.
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