Crash and Burn
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Ultima pubblicazione ven, mag 6, 2016
"One day we were just a normal family. Calm cool collected." Mom gets sick, dad dies and we are the only ones left. "We are good, nothing bad going on." :( ~Morgan "I am open to suggestions and feedback. Hope you are read for a wild ride. *kisses* <3 <3
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