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Mar 2012
its bad enough you hurt me father, but to hurt my little sister? Now for that you going to pay for. Consider youself lucky you are sitting in that jail cell for being the sick bastrard you are. Funny how she is the same age i was but see i waited to tell. You told me it was normal and now that she has called you out for "licking her" you say nothing ever happened yet you dont want to take a pollygraph... that makes you guilty. I laugh when you suffer for i have suffered for so long. I have been silent and waiting for my moment but you have now put me over the edge. I will **** you like you have killed me and i will leave nothing but an empty shell. Enjoy that cell that you rot in because soon i will have you in my hands and trust me it wont "keep your fingers warm".
Kayla Marie Hogan
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