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by monice mitchell simms Teenie grabbed Merry, yanked up her sleeve. The truth was spelled out in her collapsing veins. Merry tried to pull away, yelled. “Let me go!” Like an animal caught in a trap, Merry struggled, slapping at Teenie’s arms, stomping on her feet, anything to loosen Teenie’s hold on her. But her […]
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Published on February 23, 2015 08:50
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