It's just me. Alone. I am Tammy Smith.
Internationally famous for my "dear old Dad" shooting my mom, sister, grandma and I. I was only shot in the leg. My sister barely made it. My mom and grandma..... they didn't.
Internationally famous for runni...
Internationally famous for my "dear old Dad" shooting my mom, sister, grandma and I. I was only shot in the leg. My sister barely made it. My mom and grandma..... they didn't.
Internationally famous for running the 4 miles down the New York streets to the police station with a bullet in my leg because I couldn't get to a phone. Darn New Yorkers.
Internationally famous for my stupid useless prosthetic leg.
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I get it, I'm lucky to have one. Don't tell that to me. It makes me feel terrible. Terrible because it sounds like you are telling me that I stole it from someone, like someone else deserves it more. Terrible because you make me feel ungrateful. And finally, terrible because why the heck would I feel happy or lucky for having my family destroyed by four bullets. And don't even think you understand. YOU DON'T.
Hello Its the author, this is much shorter than a normal chapter. I just want see if it sparks any interest. I love you guys. Really.
