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Last published Fri, Jul 17, 2015
When I first met my wife,she was walking back to her house after getting in a heated fight with her boyfriend. I asked her if she needed a ride - she declined and told me that she was fine. But it was obvious that she wasn't. She was fifteen at the time and in way over her head. Ever since then I felt a compulsion to make sure that she was alright. It started out as simple human-to-human concern until one day I woke up and realized that I, too, was in over my head.
-Raymond Reihrow
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