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August 9, 1995

Posted on August 9, 2015 by ghostieo

August 9th 1995 9:00 PM I’m exhausted and my feet are bruised and cut. When my dad gets home I’ll ask him where he went when he died. Oh yeah, he’s not coming home. Why do my feet sting? I … Continue reading →

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