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“I was still alive. Ha! Take that kidnappers. Still alive. Maybe it was my butt that was feeding me. I always thought it was kind of round. I bet my body was eating up all the fat stores from my butt now. Yeah. See, having a big ass is a good thing. Good, good, good. They should put that in magazines. Why diet? Why stay thin? If you ever get kidnapped and left for dead, your fat ass could save your life!”

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Suspicion

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Kate Brian
Kate Brian

Kate Brian, born on March 11, 1974, is a renowned author of young adult fiction. Her works, characterized by suspense, thriller, and romance, have gained immense popularity among young readers. more

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