Yesterday my boyfriend and I drove through the town I grew up in. I didn't think there was going to be a big problem, but as soon as we passed the house that my uncle owned one of the little ones came out and freaked. It was really bad. My boyfriend is really understanding and everything but even he was concerned. She was shaking and wouldn't stop crying. I'm scared. I remember a lot, but I don't want to remember what she knows. Things feel out of control now.
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