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| 12 Nov 2012 11:59 PM
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I was born on the 1st of January, and I grew up in a nice house. We had three dogs, but we lost them one by one. They were all named after the first letter of our last name. Our last dog, Doggie, got hit by a car and died.
I have two brothers; one is named Rob, the other is Bob. Rob is 2 years younger than me, and Bob is 4 years younger than me.
Our family went through hard times. My parents always yelled at us for no reason. At first, it made me sad, but then it started to get normal. Then they divorced. My mom moved to Florida with her new boyfriend, and my dad moved to California with his new girlfriend. I felt like I never had a father. Now I live alone with my two brothers. One day, a random lady came over and took me out for dinner. She told me that she was my biological mother, and she wanted me to be her son.
So this is how I feel now. I am happy.
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| 13 Nov 2012 12:00 AM
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this sounds familiar .... 0_0
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| 13 Nov 2012 12:01 AM
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Well, I can't remember every story I hear...
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| 13 Nov 2012 12:02 AM
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my life story:
i was born, i grew up, i got a job, i had fun, the end
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| 13 Nov 2012 12:03 AM
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it sounded familiar because this one guy wrote a story about him being raised by another family than the one he was really part of -.-'''
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