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Meth Rage

I dreamed last night all the hair was missing from the back of your head. You were back combing but I could see. longs strands could not hide the damage it was too extensive I could see shorter hairs I could see your scalp then I knew: he was pulling your hair out in a rage I could clearly see him holding you and ripping at the back of your head a clear black vision no mother should see "my hair is fine" you texted back

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Date: 12/21/2010 7:35:00 AM
That's the truth, and this teenager is 32. The gift that keeps on giving.
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Date: 12/20/2010 8:16:00 AM
from what i hear; a teenage daughter is your worst nightmare. and i believe it. john
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