Let Me Fix You
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Last published Thu, Aug 7, 2014
I was hurt, abused, and I lost my dignity. My step-father is one of my nightmares. One night my friends persuaded me to attend a party. Slowly did I realize that my appearance was a mistake. My name is Allison Hunter.
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Copyright © March 2014 by Christine Santos
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