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Slap, yelling, door slamming little Kenny tucked under my arm crying, her golden hair her blue eyes she's to young to be going through this only 6 has been raped abused and tormented. I was sick of the man we call our father our mother ran out again I see her through the window running away. Kenny
Tears faded away as she fell in to a restless sleep, I laid her down as I went to the bathroom.