Signed to the streets
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I cried softly and looked out the crack on my door.. I seen my mother standing their waiting patiently then all of sudden my bedroom door swung open and a tall buff man walked in and grabbed my mom by her neck and was yelling in her face then my mom started to kick and punched him... so stood up and ran out the closet and started to hit the man he looked down at me then my mom kicked him in his private area making him fall to the ground
"Run Tati" my mom yelled at me
"Mommy" I cried
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