Prologue

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It was 2 am when my father and I went walking in the woods. We didn't know where we were going or how long it would be until we got there. We're fugitives. We run from the cops. That's just what we do. When I was seven years old, my father killed my mother. I was told never to speak about it to anyone and we would be okay. Boy was I wrong. Every night I lay awake in bed thinking how great our family would have been if my mother was around. I feel like I missed all of the opportunities that mothers and daughters get to do while growing up. Listen to me babble on about myself and you guys don't even know my name. Hi, I'm Magen Porter, and this is my story.

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⏰ Last updated: May 08, 2015 ⏰

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