twenty six

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it stung, it stung so bad every time his hand collided with my body. all i could think about was her, my poor baby was so small and fragile, how could she take beatings like this? her desperate screams filled the parking lot but he kept on going and no body stopped him until i was beaten just enough for me not to die. i was okay, because she was.

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