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I remember nothing but the word hello.
He took the bag of my head and then I saw them.
Wearing nothing on but something to cover their special flowers.

I hear footsteps coming from the outside of this red door. 
I rush over to them and watch as the red paint drips on the floor from their faces.
He busts open the door with a bucket of liquid that will keep us refreshed.
I feel the wetness on my skin.

“Get up Phoebe Harken”, he yells from the door.
I stay there like a stick stuck in the mud.

I suddenly become lifted up like a bird and then dumped on the cold floor.
He marked his terrority like a dog.
I could smell it.
I bet a dog would smell better.
Stop! I can hear the girls yell as he continues to take off my warmth covering. 
I am now like Adam and Eve.
He becomes like a ram and then punches my inner covering until blood comes from my eyes.

I see blackness.
I awaken with restraints on my freedom a brand on my arm.

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