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When we were five and six, she’d pick us up by the hair — oh god, do I remember the sound of follicles ripping from scalp — twirl us around and let us fly.
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Annelise Lords
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How cruel. Where was your father?
Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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