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I asked for therapy, they paid for her image.
When I asked for sleep, they paid for her lighting.
When I asked for surgery, they waited until I could not stop them.
Clayton closed the folder.
“I want to say something, and I want you to remember it when your family tries to rewrite this.”
I looked at him.
“This was not Vanessa needing help more than you. continue reading …
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