Everybody Has A Special Secret
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Last published Tue, Mar 15, 2016
Missions come Every time my friends gather up and finds clue about how I died after a year ago but it wasn't so important to do... But the thing is I have to do my sweet revenge because it's the first rule in hell. Well I do grab people for my own sake and for my soul. I've also gotten places that I'd almost die when I was alive a year ago but I died in just the exact place were I meant to be placed which is the CHURCH.. Yeah I got killed there and messed up with my family during night to have justice of what happen but it wasn't a thing to them so I was thinking maybe my friends still care so they did. I got them embarrass in front of people and brought them troubles but I hardly believe that they would... And so that is where my revenge started last night in my friends Condominium in Las Vegas and and brought her to justify the case in Toronto, my home town.. And so I got there my first date and found my true love but I was thinking maybe my rival killed me.
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