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Última publicación jue, sep 8, 2016
Truth is, he touched me.
Once my mom found out, she went ballistic. She called the police and he was put away for a good 6 years now. I haven't seen him ever since
I was eight years old when it happened.
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Abused and afraid, will Amy find her way?
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