Janet

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"Tara! I'm going to the store later. Is there anything you want?" I called across the house.

"No, thanks, mom!" Tara called back.

"Ok!" I sat down on our black leather couch and flicked on the T. V.

Tara was such an odd child. I guess she did kind of have a reason for it, though. Her dad did rape her when she was eleven. Nobody found out until she was thirteen. That's when I kicked him out. There was no way I was letting that creep sleep under the same roof as my daughter ever again. That was four years ago. We've been on our own ever since.

She came down the hall with her backpack slung over one shoulder. She was wearing her hoodie, as usual. "Ok, mom, I'm off," she stated.

"Have a good day!"

"Uh-huh," she grunted as she shut the door behind her.

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