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I have never cried for eight year old me. Today I cried. Today I cried for the girl with the pink bedspread. Today I cried for Annalisa and Pilar and Shelley and Lisa and Renee and Robin. Today I cried for you. I cried tears for the sad in me and the sad in you. When I read …
I called my mother and asked her if she remembered when I told her my secret; the secret I had promised, the man we called Uncle Carl, to keep. She said, "I remember, you told me a few days after he left." I remember telling her. I remember what I said. I have a crisp memory of …
(WARNING- Adult content) I slept on the outside edge of my brothers bed and I waited for the man we called Uncle Carl to come and wake me. I wore my two piece pyjamas. My brother slept against the wall. Uncle Carl touched my shoulder as I lay sleeping with my brother. The irritation of his …
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