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Sara, xoxo (Pt. 1)

By SamIsSmiling, Rimbey, AL

That was it. That was the last time I let it hurt me. No one was home, except for him. We had been fighting, he was almost lifting me off the ground. The power went out and he dropped me. You see, we live in a four story house. We have a basement, and three other floors. Each floor has a staircase to the next floor and there is one that goes from the basement all the way to the top floor. Conveniently enough for him, we were on the top floor. My uncle had brought me close enough to the staircase for him to have easily slipped. Unfortunately, that's not what happened. I fell. I fell three fu(king flights. And I just laid there, in excruciating pain. Donna, my uncle's wife, doesn't come home from work until one, sometimes two. From seven p.m on Saturday afternoon until one a.m Sunday morning, I laid there like a helpless baby calf about to be chopped into veal.

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