I just remembered a teenage girl that my uncle hurt when he was still hurting me when I was little. He made us watch him hurt the other and we had to touch and kiss each other. It hurt her a lot more than what he did to her that he was doing worse to me. I'm the reason he was able to hurt her. She spoke to him because he had me with her and she wanted to make me smile by giving me a piece of chocolate. What did we do to deserve it?
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