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December 29, 2002
Part Three
...She heard it. Pinned between the dumpster and the shit stained wall. Trapped. Men's leather soled shoes. She heard it, she heard them, she was remembering. She forced to hear it again. Her heart shattered. The tragedy replayed. There was nothing she could do to stop it. They kept talking. her stomach wretched, she fought the second round of vomit. Cower. It was too late. The god's forced her to listen to every vile word spoken, not allowing her to flinch, blink, cry, run, scream or the decency of allowing her to put her hands over her eyes...