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It all started sometime back and I think the best way to write about it is by starting at the very beginning. I used to live with my sister, Eliza and my father, Louis.My mother died when we were young and then at my 21 st birthday my father suddenly disappeared, vanished no letter and certainly no phone calls. My sister was 17 at that time, she was quiet the lady, tall with long legs with long blonde hair reaching just p...