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The writer of these notes passed away during child birth. We all mourn for her, we don't know much of her, but we assume she lived a happy life. Our condolences.
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Short StoryBully, You hurt me again. You called me some terrible things **** I have a bruise on my left cheek. It's from you, but you don't know it. **** Mom, When's Dad coming home? You either say "soon" or you hit me. I don't think he's ever coming home. ...
