Loving my Ex-wife.

Loving my Ex-wife.

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Radela Ainsworth a retired criminal in the city of Los Santos, from only 5 years ago. Soon later, receives an invitation of a Deathwish of heist for a big tons of cash. Along reuniting with old friends, reminisces of her ex, Mathew Spangler. The Photo is false, this is not a furry story. Written by Bea Soriano - Katie Knuffaxx Follow me by Wattpad and Deviantart. Enjoy the story~~~ There might be typos and grammar mistakes, please keep in touch.
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