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Jul 1, 20197 minThese Pages I Escape ToI was never the kind of person who had an abundance of friends. On the bus, I’d find the first available seat and sit there quietly...
Apr 13, 20187 minWhere I BelongI peeked inside to see my father destroying everything in his path. He was on one of his drunken rampages again. My mother was trying...