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Natalie. Forsaken .
Natalie. Forsaken
What They did to Nat's three friends was terrible. Abducted by the authorities in the middle of the night, taken against their will and ending their young existence. Hours of torture to get any info, put onto a plane and then...
Filipe was lying in his mother's arms. A caring embrace. No bond was stronger than a mother's and her child. Especially Catholic...
Wednesday 29th August 2012 4:56 pm
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