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*end of flash back*

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I'm in high school now and my life is pretty much the exact definition of shit. My mom was a prostitute and I honestly have no idea where my dad is. Sometimes I just think it's sad that my dad was just another one night stand. It breaks my heart because I feel like he was just a really good person. Maybe that's why my mom liked him, because opposites attract. My mom has a different man whore every night and wow, does it such having a room next to your mom's when she decides to be a "woman of the night".

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