My name is Marlo and I'm 15. I used to be an orphan until some rich people adopted me. Sometimes rich people can be really nice, like from the movies. But these rich people were never home. They worked or were out drinking. I stay home with the maids and butlers. Their ok I guess. Who would adopt someone and not even spend time with them. I just sit at a window and read. I have all this stuff, but I never use it. Some people say I'm lucky. I'd rather be in the orphanage. I'd rather be with my REAL family. New chapters every Wednesday
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