She's become an imposter, yet bears an incredible likeness to my baby girl...I want to take her by the shoulders and shake her and ask, \"What have you done with my sweet daughter?\"
She's fifteen...I'm grieving...I don't know her anymore.
She's fifteen...I'm grieving...I don't know her anymore.
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