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Weekly Contest #248
(CAUTION: Story includes themes of physical abuse, substance abuse, sexual abuse, miscarriage, and mental health issues. Proceed at your own advisory.) I do remember being beautiful. I was loved once. I know I was. As a child, the young boys used to throw rocks at me, and my mother always told me that was how a boy would express affection. "That just means they like you. You're beautiful, my love." I loved my mother. My father loved her very much as well. I know because her skin was miscolored and often swollen. After all, that is how boys ...
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