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Hand in the cookie jar
LAYLA
May 14th 2018
There's nothing like returning to the place that makes you feel like utter shit and has you moaning your tits off at the same time.
Working at Clubrooms thankfully pays my bills and I'm able to live a comfortable lifestyle.
More so than others.
I guess I should be thankful that I'm not out on the streets begging for food, just yet.
I've spent the last few days hiding out at home. Repetitively going over what Lisa had told me. I was going out of my mind just continuously thinking about it. How could I have missed the signs of Ryder being groomed by Jimmy? Or, the stacks of photos that were stashed behind our dressing tables and T.V cabinet.
All the pieces started to come together and form a picture. Everything started to make sense and become evident for why Jimmy was always at our house. He was like a bad smell that we couldn't get rid of. I was so naive to assume his wife couldn't sta
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