Prologue.

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June 1st 1963.

It's the same old boring day as usual.

Mom gets angry at dad, dad leaves, dad gets drunk, dad comes home and hits mom then mom cries. All whilst I'm up here in my shabby old room wondering what life outside our town in like.

Mom says it's bad out there. But I don't believe her. Who would? I'm pretty sure she's getting more mental by the second. Maybe it's the abuse? Maybe it's getting to her? Who cares anyway? I know I certainly don't.

My name is Victoria Palmer. I am an only child. And I started it all.

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