They were sounding more and more like Civic every day. She refused to accept her fate, but what is it that she could do about it? Night after night she invented alternatives. Knives were worse, especially when you were stabbed back and left traces of your own blood at the crime scene. She was shifting, moving back. "Here," repeated her brother. She felt her heartbeat accelerate until it was pounding her chest. Traci was the most grateful, because he stopped his sexual advances. We live under man-made institutions, and that is what they amount to. . My last foster father in Alabama before the Becks was a heavy drug abuser.
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