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Aug 2013
Alcohol on his breath
Friday night
Matter of time
Before the fight
Kick punch slap
Fears
Screaming loud
No one hears
He beckons sorry from my lips
He then strokes me with his finger tips
It's okay
I hear him say
" You made me do it"!
Just had a bad day ......
Lorraine day
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Lorraine day  Blackpool
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