Undercover For My Life
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Última publicación lun, oct 28, 2013
How would you feel if the person you love, lies to you? It makes you nuts, right? I know. I've been there. Well, my dad always tells me not to trust anyone that much. And I should always put my expectations low, so that at the end I won't get disappointed. He was right. I shouldn't trust anyone that much. "Just You and me baby." My dad use to say. Those six words. My dad told me this six words after my mom died. I was only 3 when my mom got murdered. From that day on, I have trained myself to be a Spy.
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