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September 9, 2002
She had not come home again last night. It had been three nights of torture. The only signs of life being the three short voice mails to let her know that she was still "out". Out partying. Out having sex. Out doing drugs. Dirty, disgusting things. Her beautiful daughter. So beautiful.

What agony. What unspeakable, disturbing agony. It permeated through her body entire. It existed in every cell and made her skin tingle in an awful way; as if maggots crawled about her flesh. She could smell them. She could smell the maggots eating away at her once beautiful body.