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She sat crying blood running down her arm."LET ME IN YOU LITTLE WHORE"said her foster mum, in an instant she spring up, put on a sweater and messed up her hair and opens the door
"Yes Mrs.Rodriges"
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE DOWN STAIRS" she screed then she grabbed me and ripped off my clothes and threw a tiny thong and high heels
"NOW YOU LITTLE WHORE" she spat at me
Did I mention that I was highly developed, also I was raped allmost ever night by a "costumer", but they have to wear a condom

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