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…sa Carol, you ol’ buzzard!” He’d shove me and laugh, making me rip my paper. On other occasions, my Mother would have to go to the grocery store and ask my Father for some money, and he would hand her five dollars.
Teresa Carol
Annelise Lords
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Helping you is Healing me! Let’s heal each other. thisisanneliselords@mediumauthor.com https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1664635
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