Moving Out

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When I turned five I moved in with my Aunt Velma and my Uncle Bob. My daddy was still hitting me before I moved out but all of a sudden it got worse. So my Aunt Velma pulled me out of there before it could get to bad. We started packing my stuff when daddy was at the bar. We had almost all my stuff out before he could get there but it was too late he pulled up and started to hit the both I us. So clearly he was drunk. I was able to move out because we called the police and they came and took him to jail.

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