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The frosty breeze brushed against my cheeks as I clumsily make my way through the crowd. The weather is slightly chilly because it's close to Winter. Unfortunately, I don't have a car and will never afford one considering that my budget is quite low. In the misty distance, I can see the beat up apartment that I shared with my family. A decrepit mini cooper was parked nearby. I squinted my eyes to make double extra sure that it's a mini cooper. DAD.

My Father. My abusive pedophile father. He violated my innocence, starting from molestation to ravaging my sexual life. Well, I don't even have a sexual life. I terrorized guys, and they're always intimidated by my creepiness. This issue doesn't aggravate me though, due to the fact that I don't

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