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Jul 2020
You were gone, in jail, and she was checked out. So nobody was there to ask questions about why I needed to wash his back in the shower, or why he always made me sleep in the same bed as him. The secret is out now though. I never wanted to say anything, I promise. He ***** me. I was angry, and I told you, and now they all know, and the worst part is nobody believed me.
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Harold Brinkley  24/M
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