Letter 1

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Dear Angel,

I've lost count on how many times I've woken up in the middle of a copper colored stain, with an hour left to clean it and myself before my husband gets home. I've lost count on how many times I've tried to run away. I've lost count on how many times he's caught me. I've even lost count of the years I've been stuck here, stuck in this endless cycle. I wonder how many more I will be able to survive…

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