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ches-tallies, initials, words I couldn't make out in the dim light. A small barred window s

landed on my

her up until I walked in.Her skin was dark and smooth, but her expression was anything but welcoming. Her braided hair was pulle

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voice

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daddy is going to save yo

to yell back, to tell them they had no idea who I was

iting the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood. The rage pilin

d this

other who cared less of the situation I was in and the gain he would get from me being out of the picture. My father, the man I'd once idolized, was gone

as here.

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