My Stolen Life, My True Love

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dead-end family farm into a success, an

yes always filled with a lazy en

cause she couldn't

I was

room, radiant, her ar

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voice ringing with false tears. "He's the

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and calculating, darte

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ern for Chloe, then turned to me, her

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was giving Chloe the winning ticke

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