I was 18 years old. I moved into what they call the mother-in-law house. My older brothers found me and brought me back. I couldn't be around a lot of men even though I had been raised by them. But I don't remember. I don't remember them. I have to be alone. I don't remember what happened to me. I don't want to. I work on motorcycles to keep sane now. It also keeps me from dealing with my past and the scars on my body.
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