Betting on Bambi
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I gasped, fear gripping me instantly. My gaze met the black holes in my ski mask. A sharp pain shot through the back of my head, and warm, wet blood trickled down. My mother lay dead in a pool of blood. Someone had broken into my house and killed her, but the culprit pointed to my abusive, alcoholic, and cruel father. I had no proof.
I thought my life would forever be shrouded in the shadow of my...
I thought my life would forever be shrouded in the shadow of my...






















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