Discarded After Thirty Years: His "True Love" Was A Lie

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a shaking finger at me. "She said I stole he

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at me wi

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as worse tha

te pit, overcro

ate, broken, or cruel.

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titude was tested to

at me to give up, to let

lame inside, it

I would survive.