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Finding You (Me, Us, We).

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Lee la novela Finding You (Me, Us, We). escrita por el autor ariya_taheem publicada en WebNovel. It's cold...and with darkness surrounding her she is sitting with her knees near her chest and her head buried between her folded arms.'FAMILY', it was her everything.All she wished was for her family...

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It's cold...and with darkness surrounding her she is sitting with her knees near her chest and her head buried between her folded arms. 'FAMILY', it was her everything. All she wished was for her family to be together happily which was more than anyone and anything for her. But destiny and fate don't let anyone have their way. The accidental death of her parents, and her brother leaving her all alone, made her lost and abandoned. "It's all your fault that they are dead!" such words said by her brother while leaving made her all devastated. On her way to seek an apology with the help of her brother's friend, they both meet with an accident, which results in some of her memory loss. With shock and fear, she closed herself from everyone. In loneliness, she engaged herself with books. Later, on hearing this, her brother returns. Now living with her brother, she encounters the known and unknowns and events in her life. This Is Her STORY.

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