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Prologue:

I am nine years old and sitting in the snow on a sidewalk on the rough and tumble side of town. All I can think about is my stomach eating me alive underneath the thin t-shirt I estola from a department store, and the numb sensation in my fingertips.

I don't hear the footsteps as a middle aged man approaches me. I am unaware of him until he is right beside me. "Why aren't tu a little cutie?" he breathes in my ear. He reeks of alcohol. I wrinkle my nose and mover away, trying to ignore him. But, he pulls me back to him. "And where do tu think your going?" he snarls.

I try to wrench my...

Chapter Three:Romance
*You'll Be seguro With Me* Peter dicho In a Concren
But Caring Voice, *Thank You* I dicho He Smiles At Me & I Smile Back, I Look Around His House & I See
a Beautiful Painting Of The Trees I Was Amazied By
His Talent At Art, *Hey Did tu Made These?* I Ask
*Yes I Did* He dicho In a Sweet Kind Voice, I Stare
At Him & dicho *They're Beautiful* *Thank You* He
Said In a Calm & Sweet Voice, Then I Found a Most
Beautiful Drawing Of Me *Wow It's Beautiful* I dicho In a Amazied Voice I Turn At Peter Then He
Smiles At Me & I Smile Back, I Fell Asleep In His
Guest Room, Unitl...