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“So, this Vicky bitch is a tar baby. A black bit-” Before she could finish her degrading insult, I grabbed the 35-lb dumbbell and swung it at her head. “Don't you ever call Vicky that word!” I screamed as I raised the dumbbell over my head, bringing it down to mother’s face again and again and again.
Dear Vicky
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