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She hid her face in her shoulder and sobbed. ‘It okay, Hon. It will happen one day. You will talk to everyone and no one will bother you. Come lets ...o upstairs.’ She stayed upstairs for most of the day. Mom instructed me to encourage but not force her to talk in the future. I always kept the stairs in my peripheral vision hoping she will come down eventually. She came down only for lunch and then dinner, ignoring me completely. I again felt the same strange ache in my heart when I saw her puffy. Together, they would make the stuff and distribute it to the dealers who came by the house. They would even put the stuff into pies and bread that were sold at the diner. Joe started having me make trips to the dealer's houses. They would ask for some sex, then give me a shot as payment. Either that or beat me up. This went on for months. We didn't do anything except make and distribute the stuff. His mom wouldn't even let me in the diner anymore."Time for another delivery, my little Angel of. More

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