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Anger flashed across her face. “There isn't a permanent mark on me, Kudo, not at all. You don't know how many times he's been there to hold me tight every time I'm sure I'm going to break. He's a monster," she sobbed, "I know. I know, and…it doesn't matter to me anymore.”

Women crying left him not knowing what to do. They reminded him so much of his birth mother, lying on the couch, shivering and begging him to find more medicine for her. He used to panic at times like that, knowing that if Greg came home and saw his mother, he would hit her and turn his rage on him. He was only seven years old at the time, but he knew how to hide for a while. He would grab his coat, kiss his mother, promise to return with her medicine and then leave. There was an elderly lady, Mrs. Kavanaugh, who lived a few blocks away. Whenever things went awry, he would stay at her house, eat cookies and watch TV games until his mother, or Greg, came to find him.

His mother is a weak woman, a drug addict who car
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