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Jestem Paula, mam 18 lat i brak pomysłu na życie. Kocham spotykać się ze znajomymi. Uważam że, związki w tym wieku nie mają sensu. Lubię szkołę, ale orłem niestety nie jestem. To w sumie tyle jeśli chodzi o mnie. Krótko mówiąc nic specjalnego, super życie, ale oczywiście to co dobre szybko się kończy, a mianowicie wybierałam się na studia i musiałam opuści ć moje kochane miasto, rodzinę, i przyjaciół... Generalnie zaczynam
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Tell Me You Love Me Too
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Marshall goes by Charlie most of the time. He's unlucky that trouble is naturally drawn to him. Gang leaders and superstars arent good company to keep, Marshall learns the hard way. He struggles to balance his hidden life with his father being a cop. Guns gangs and track seems to be the only things in Marshalls' life and he needs to sort his priorities out. Extract: "Put the equipment there Marshall" my mother said waving her manicured hand with a ciggerete in it over to a corner, not bothering to look at me. I sighed heaving the gear across the luxury apartment trying to avoid the kids running round screaming with party hats on. I got on my knees and started screwing the shoot gear together looking over at me mother, a blonde woman, dyed, frizzes and a berrie. She only wore the berrie on photography jobs to look more "in character" as she put it. She lied on her job qualifications. She hadn't got past the majority of high school and dropped out to move in with some high school sweet heart who conceived me before rushing off to start another family. That's what she said anyway. I couldn't belive a word she said. She'd lied and cheated to where she'd gotten today, and that wasn't very far. She bought all the equipment cheap because it was stolen before setting up a "buisness" taking portraits of rich people's events and then, preferably for her, sleeping with them. I sighed as she flirted with the man who's kids party it was. She was clinging onto the blokes rolex. Her "buisness" ended up with me doing the work and her directing as she called it.
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