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there's this little girl who lives down the street from meand every Sunday afternoon when jenny richter goes to churchshe stops by and says hello and she sayscan we go for a ride today
I can sit on your handle barswe can stop by the lake and you can teach me how to swimso we... stop by the lakeand as we're taking off our clotheswell I notice these bruises on her backand she says don't worry about them becausedaddy says I was a good girl this timehe didn't have to go into the closetthat's where he keeps his gunwhen i'm in my bedasleep at nightand he comes homesmells like winehe points it at meand says if you movei'm gonna shootmy daddy's got a gunthere's this little girl... she lives down the street from meand every Sunday afternoon when jenny rchter goes to schoolshe stops by and says hello and she sayscan we go for a ride todayi can sit on your handlebarswe can stop by the cemetary and forget about lifeso we... stop by the cemetaryand as we're taking off our clotheswell I notice these bruises on her backand she says don't worry about them becausedaddy says i got lucky this timehe didn't have to go into the closetthat's where he keeps his gunwhen i'm in my bedasleep at nightand he comes homesmells like winehe points it at meand says if you screami'm gonna shootmy daddy's got a gun
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