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Last published Tue, Feb 24, 2015
Police: so tell us about you....
Hi.. My name is Aspen Brookes I live around here and this is what I came to talk about.
It begins around 8:15 Wednesday January 5th I wake up to see that once again I'm alone my dad moved to Porto Rico last year and my mom died by an "accidental hanging". At her age I don't know how she let it happen but it did. My dad couldn't keep himself together so he told me it's best if he got away and started over I live on my own in the Suburbs of New York and my house is probably as old as Adam and Eve, but is unique; so I like it. Anyway, I got myself together because my friends texted me to go to the Daley Grind coffee shoppe down the street. My friends are Aliah, Camrey, Emily, and Kayleigh. They've been there for me threw this whole thing and I would have been dead by now without them. I get in the shower and let the refreshing water touch my back. I think for awhile and finally make myself get out. I wrap myself in a towel and throw on clothes.
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