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Sunday, June 21, 2009

The Girl in the Mirror

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part v:
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“Where is Natasha?” I was screaming by then, but still no one would say. Frankly, I’m not sure anyone knew - except for Christopher, who eventually caved and took me aside and said the words that had my eyes leaking.

The anger I felt ... no, the rage ... “Son-of-a-bitch!” The words came spewing out, and afraid I might hit him, I ran out of house. I barely made it to the truck before breaking. Then I sat, and I wept.

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