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Messed Up: A Short Story
Before I start telling my story I would just like to say one thing; which is: my family is messed up. Like really messed up. My dad is my uncle, my other uncle kidnapped to make me his wife, and now I’m his wife for six months every year. Messed up right?
It all started when I was out looking for flowers, I went farther down the path than I usually go. I traveled up the stream and went through the woods and then came to a clearing. I realized that I was lost. So I got my phone out and opened up Google Maps, and I was going to find a way home; except there was a slight problem. Actually not a slight problem, it was a big one. I had traveled so far that there was no cell phone service. I was definitely going to be grounded when I got back home

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