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I Was in Hog Heaven Next Door to The Oaks
However, One day, an event changed my view of life again.
I was nine years old.
Mike and I were wrestling on the floor when he lifted my shirt and ran his mouth over my small, budding breasts. I held them and ran to my bedroom. He had been fun. He had played with me, and now I was faced with so…
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