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Alex.

I didn't want to go. I knew I didn't want to go when I woke up. It was 7:45, an ungodly hour to wake up at, especially when it was a Saturday in the middle of August. I knew I didn't want to go when I was brushing my teeth, eating my breakfast, brushing my hair, packing my bag. I knew I didn't want to go, but I was still going. I still put on my shoes. I still walked up the street to my best friend's house and got in her car. I kept going because I knew she needed this. I knew her life was falling apart and he needed this. she needed one day when she didn't have to be the glue.
I had to save hee from her abusive parents. Thats why we packed our shit and we ran like cowards when the thunder struck

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