I was partially naked panties at my ankles, in a room that I should have felt safe. I could smell the pine sol and mold combination. I could hear grunting and moans, my eyes could only see his shirt and part of his chest. I could feel the pressure on my little body, I was three. I've lost faith more than once in my life, however this isn't about a woman who was on drugs and recovered or a woman who abandoned her children.
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I was partially naked panties at my ankles, in a room that I should have felt safe. I could smell the pine sol and mold combination. I could hear grunting and moans, my eyes could only see his shirt and part of his chest. I could feel the pressure on my little body, I was three. I've lost faith more than once in my life, however this isn't about a woman who was on drugs and recovered or a woman who abandoned her children.
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