~1997

Filed under Find me on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 23:58:04 +0100

He told me that by doing that, then no one could find me. Thankfully it didn’twork. He used my son as a slave. He was going to sell him. He worked him hard. My son would sit in the corner and cry and rock back and forth. ...

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