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Abandoned: 3 O'Clock

When you're seven 3 o'clock is early and late and everything, especially when you're left. To your left and to your right you see your brother, and, see your sister and you wonder, and you see them wonder why your mother, would and could just leave you, all alone. A knock and a ring and the light comes on, invading your eyes. You shield them and, through the shield you see the frown and you hear the sound of the question form and you, try to answer, you try to say how your mother left you, and she had places to be and drugs to score, which apparently are so much more important than you. But it's 3 O'Clock, which is early and late and you just don't know, when you're seven.

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Date: 4/2/2016 1:55:00 AM
ha, clever write, Travis. LINDA
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Date: 8/18/2015 11:55:00 PM
Travis, I like this very much SKAT
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