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* Extremely Graphic Content Warning *
Contains domestic abuse, verbal abuse and graphic violence. Mention of child endangerment and dark themes involving children are present. This chapter may be triggering for some readers. Strong language, as well. Extremely morbid content ahead. ~
January 13th 1973
Nate places the picture into the frame, before he lays it on the table, face up. Staring down at the picture, he feels a pang in his chest as he thinks about poor Darla.
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