RAISING BLOOD GROUPS

RAISING BLOOD GROUPS

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Thu, Mar 31, 2016
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Let me just give you some back story, my name is Nora Janssen. Half my life i spent behind a locked door in my fancy six bedroom house. And the remainder of my life is currently being spent at james bury foster home. Six months ago my mum passed away from lung cancer, she was addicted to anything that was power-like. She dealt weed in her spare time and her hobbies included beating my dad up and breaking most of the furniture in the house. My dad however is alive, but wants nothing to do with me. You see before my mum passed away, my dad lost all £800,000 of his fortune. He now lives a broke life, depressed and alone. Eating left over fish and chips from the dust bins behind takeaways... okay, fine that last bit was made up.
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