Only Alone
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It's just me. Alone. I am Tammy Smith.
Internationally famous for my "dear old Dad" shooting my mom, sister, grandma and I. I was only shot in the leg. My sister barely made it. My mom and grandma..... they didn't.
Internationally famous for running the 4 miles down the New York streets to the police station with a bullet in my leg because I couldn't get to a phone. Darn New Yorkers.
Internationally famous for my stupid useless prosthetic leg.
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