I Lived It- November 17, 2013
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To many, the date 11-17-13 means nothing, unless of course it's your birthday. To me, it means a lot. I was ten at the time, not much of a girl. Blonde hair, green eyes, tall, I was the average 10 year old. It was a Sunday, I was at church, my best friend Marie was getting baptized so I was in with the adults gospel instead of the children's service. This was my mistake. This was my hell.
Mae was 10, when it all came tumbling down around her. She will never forget, and never move on.
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