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5 pages, ebook
First published July 29, 2010

“My parents were drunks. Both of them. They didn’t beat me or anything, but they were drunks. Lowlifes. You know?
“Anyway, Mom liked hard liquor at home. Dad was more of a social drunk, so he’d head down to the bar. Everyone liked him.
“He’d bring me along. He knew Mom would be passed out soon, and he figured a bar was safer for a ten year old girl than an apartment with no supervision. It was cool. I was kind of a mascot there.
“One time, the bar got raided by the cops for letting the local high school punks in without checking IDs. I was there at the time. Nobody cared about me being there, but they wrote up the bar for all the teen-agers. Technically, the cops should have written them up for me, too. That should have been a clue, but I was too young to pick up on it.”
“Pick up on what?” He interrupted.
“You’ll see,” she said.
He rolled his eyes.

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