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Tuesday, September 4, 2007
Summer

Summer Passes

An entire season has past almost and I wish I could say it had been uneventful but it has not. The batering continued but I forgot days, dates, etc so what good is it? The last physical thing he did was to bite me on the left ear so hard that it bled. I cried and he just stared at me as though he had no clue as to my tears or what caused them.

I pulled my hand away from my ear and the blood was on my fingertips. He never even flinched nor did he show an ounce of remorse. He never does.

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