I gathered my things as I put them in the trunk. I didn't no longer want to stay with Walter anymore. In plus I was during just a little bit better. Walter buckled King up in his car seat and then I pulled off after.
Almost at every red light I stop at, I kept thinking about how Walter deafen me. I never felt that I was loved so much by Walter, but why he hurt me so bad.
I kept starring out the window watching the cars and trees go past. I wish I was a prostitute again.
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