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by the hospital’s automated protocol for abandoned minors. The taller officer unclipped his handcuffs, walking directly toward Elara. “Alright, kid. Let’s make this easy.”
Shame is a cold poison. It seeped into my veins as I watched the officer reach for the terrified twelve-year-old girl. I felt shame for the $4,000 suit I wore,continue reading …
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