Beautiful Contrast
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MatureOngoing1h 7m
Last published Mon, Mar 11, 2019
I was fully aware of the situation I put myself in. Normally, I wouldn't bat an eye but it seems this time I've pushed a little too far. This was my last chance. It was this or foster care and I swore I'd never go back to that hell. All I had to do was serve my time then take off with the only family that mattered. It was as simple as that. Or so I thought anyway.
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