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Not My Mother's Mother

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Set in the year 2020, a mother of two, falls into a coma after a having a major stroke. She is later pronounced brain dead with little hope to survive. Devastated by the news and the little progress in her healing being made, its thought best to pull the plug. Lucky for the family, science is on their side. They're able to use her DNA to create a clone. She'll have the same personality and looks, but here's the catch-she can only be cloned as a newborn and has an estimated life span of 30. Half of her life. The mind and strength of a 60 year old and still aging, but the life and looks of a young girl. 
So, the family gets their beloved one back, but they have to raise her as their daughter. Is it really worth it?All Rights Reserved

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Chapter 1-The Hospital Visit
Sat, Feb 6, 2016

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Chapter 1-The Hospital Visit
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