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Day: December 6, 2014
I remember the exact moment Gayle’s mother caught me ironing her hair. Gayle was bent at an awkward angle; her head, sideways on the ironing board; her arms hanging down toward the floor. It must have looked like something out of a bad “B” movie where some twisted creep is torturing a helpless teenage girl.
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