Retaliation Plan
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As a little girl, I always knew life would be bad. I just never thought it would be this bad. I have to get out of this life and get this life out of me. Where should I start? I guess I'll have to start by RUNNING. Or maybe I'll take some pride and joy in RETALIATING. Time to build my RETALIATION PLAN.
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