You See Me
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MatureComplete Thu, Oct 12, 20171h 28m
"Is there anyone you can trust with you're life?" Boss had asked me. I thought hard. I had managed to tangle myself in a web of deceit, murder, greed, and violence. Was there anyone I could trust at all? There was one person. One person,who, in the midst of it all saw me for what I really was. A survivor. Only problem was that I had no idea where she was or if she was even alive.
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