Yarel Marshall

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That was before he became a drunk. That was before he took a nap with me and Flaca on a Saturday afternoon. He was supposed to be watching over us when my mother went food shopping. That day he squeezed himself in between us. I pretended to sleep, kept my eyes closed, as he reached over me, his arms heavy on my side. His
Yarel Marshall
Sexual abuse
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