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You know, it's somethin' crazy how much I remember about my daddy. I can recall his smell, his smile, his stew. Everything he taught me when I was growin' up down on Shady where the heifers never stop whipping their tails, and the dogs are always playin'. There's a tiny little note I carry with me in my locket. It's a note from daddy. "If lil' ol' virtues earn, you're our usual." To outsiders it don't make much sense at all. Daddy was funny like that with his riddles and such. But he got his point across. He really did. And even though the man I marry - the man that hurts me - was introduced to me by daddy, I know he didn't mean me no harm. Disclaimer : this work includes violence. Continue with caution and please enjoy. <> Ready for some of that domestic violence drama that I'm so avid at writing? Well, here y'all go. Brand spanking new, just for y'all.
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