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The unruly child -- new information tugs at me, he has no parents. She could yell at him; but, she takes his suffering, buries it within.
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
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The unruly child -- new information tugs at me, he has no parents. She could yell at him; but, she takes his suffering, buries it within.
britney-kempker
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Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:24 AM UTC
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