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Revealed [UNDERGOING EDITING]
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They say you don't remember a lot from when you are young. That all you have are feelings and emotions. But I know that isn't true.
I remember my mother's touch, the tender way she held me.
I remember the urgency in her eyes, the sound of her terrified screams piercing the air.
I remember her last words and the men dragging her away.
My name is Sephora Baxter and this is the story of how one night changed my life forever.
What do you do when everything you know about your life isn't real?
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