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A 'thank you' we forget to say
'Yuck! You know I hate yellow stuff in my sandwiches! Why can't you get anything right?'
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Happiness is just a frame of mind: A fake eye and a haunting past
I was around five-years-old when my father sold me to my husband; he was 40 at the time and routinely raped me.
